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We all come to this world crying. People who don’t cry are already dead at birth.

So I think, maybe from the beginning of coming to this world, we are destined to be emotional. It’s just that too many people, in the numb years, gradually forget the original truth of their lives, or, in the hurrying life, they have not been able to encounter that moment that can touch the softest side of their hearts.

There is no reader in this world who can't cry. The reason why a story doesn't cry is probably just because the story is not touching enough or the narrator's own abilities are insufficient.

What I want to say next is a story about me, just like everyone, an ordinary life story. Whether you believe it or not, for me, this is true and the most precious part of my life.

My name is Yang Jiandong, and I am 34 years old this year.

When I was five or six years old, my parents divorced due to emotional problems. I learned from my uncle that my father beat my mother that day and drove my mother out of the house. For nearly thirty years, I didn't see my mother again. Later I learned that she later remarried.

I don’t know if it’s because of the lack of maternal love, or because my personality is a bit weird and I have a lot of desire for women. I have been a little perverted since I was a child. When I was a child, I did something about throwing girls’ pencil cases into the men’s bathroom, or when I was queuing up for meals in elementary school, and even secretly masturbating in girls’ bathrooms in junior high school.

In 1999, when I was sixteen years old, I encountered something that changed my life trajectory. That was during the National Day that year, I went out and wandered around. In an alley in the old city, I picked up a baby girl who was abandoned by unknown families. Perhaps out of curiosity and desire for women, I secretly picked up the baby girl home and kept it in the basement like a kitten and dog.

Three years later, I encountered the second major event on my life, that is, my father encountered a car accident. Since then, I have really become an orphan. Since then, I have been living with the baby girl I picked up. I secretly raised her and gave her a name called Jiaqi. Later, with the help of a kind leader whose daughter happened to die in my work company, I borrowed the household registration book of her dead daughter and changed Jiaqi to Chen Xueqi. And I myself worked and lived like an ordinary person in front of others. Even I couldn't believe that I could hide the baby girl from the world for eighteen years. In front of others, I used the identity of my sister or relative's daughter. In front of the baby girl I picked up, I used the baby girl that my father picked up and adopted as a lie.

From a young boy at the age of sixteen to a man who has achieved some success in his career at the age of thirty-four, I have experienced too many things in my 18 years. I have been a dad, worked, found a nanny, encountered kidnapping, frustration, success, happiness, and sadness. I have also been in love with ordinary girls, and have been working hard for the sick Xueqi. I also accidentally met the daughter of my remarried mother, and I am also my sister's girl like a TV script... The years really passed too fast and too fast. I didn't even have time to summarize my life. A new story began. The best proof of my life over the past 18 years is the baby girl who went from being croaked to becoming a graceful girl, Chen Xueqi.

She is both my daughter and my sister, but she is my only family and my favorite woman.

But... I don't even know what kind of identity I am in her heart...

What broke the peaceful life of Xueqi and I was a strange text message.

That day, I was looking at the sales balance report for the first quarter in the company. At this time, my private phone suddenly rang. I thought it was Qiqi who called me or my colleague who asked me for dinner, because sometimes when I got home late, she would ask me when I went home and cook in advance.

But when I opened the text message, there was no number prompt on it. The sender of the prompt was in English letters, which said miyuko, and the content was even more inexplicable. There was only one sentence on it, asking me:

"Do you want to be God? Yes, please reply to any key. No, please do not reply."

I have also seen some reports of online fraudulent text messages on TV. Many of these fraudulent text messages are not displayed with numbers, and the content is even more diverse. In short, if you reply, maybe even your bank card number, password, etc. may be stolen, which is very dangerous. So of course I ignored this kind of text messages. I originally wanted to block the sender of this text message, but after thinking about it for a moment, I felt that the content of this text message was a bit strange. It was said to be a fraudulent phone call, but I felt that the content was too bad, and the fraudulent phone call generally would not be accompanied by the sender's English letters or the like.

After thinking about it, I didn't know what I was thinking. I guess I was thinking about something wrong with my brain, so I tried to reply:

"Who are you? I really don't want to know you. Just tell me if you have something to do. Otherwise, I will block it."

But I just pressed the reply, but I found that the scenery around me had changed. I appeared in a place that I was completely unfamiliar with and was involved in a strange game called God hosted by a woman named Miyako.

In the place where the game was held, I saw many people who were involved in the game like me, and many dreamlike scenes that I never dared to imagine. Finally, after the woman named Miyako introduced the rules of the game, she also gave me a book called "Ordinary World". After that, I didn't have time to say a few more words, the God Game began.

What happens in unlimited free space is like a dream, but it is a dream and will eventually wake up.

When I woke up, I found that I was in the hall of my first-floor villa. The hall was brightly lit, and there were six people standing beside me, and several of them were not unfamiliar to me.

One is a woman with short hair with bangs and a white long gown. This woman is named Liu Yuhui. I am very familiar with her because she met her when I was forced to go on a blind date by my uncle and aunt five years ago. However, because I was worried about Xueqi, I always maintained an ordinary friend relationship with Yuhui without further emotional development.

One is a woman with long black hair, wearing a cool black jacket and a very beautiful face. This woman is the daughter of my mother whom I have remarried. She is named Amano Yueko. Her current nationality is in Japan. I will meet her because she went to a local pharmaceutical company to work as an interpreter. Out of curiosity about my brother whom I haven't seen for many years, she took the initiative to come to me and recognized me.

I don't know the third person. This is a fat bald man. This man is wearing a gray coat, about the same age as me, with a grey face and a mustache. His two small eyes almost squeezed into the gaps and were almost invisible.

The fourth person I know is a tall, thin and pretty boy with fine and clean black hair, looks like a scholar, and looks a little temperamental. I know he is the class monitor of Xueqi's class, named Xu Bin, with good grades, often ranked among the top with Xueqi, and is good at calligraphy and painting, and is often praised by the class teacher. I remember that he also participated in calligraphy competitions with Xueqi. He and Xueqi both won the first prize. Xueqi's head teacher accidentally said that Xueqi was smart and good at dancing, singing and calligraphy. She is really the best pair with Xu Bin. At that time, after listening to the class teacher's words, I felt really uncomfortable. Of course, it was all about Xueqi when she was in elementary school. Now Xueqi is already in high school.

The fifth one was a young man with blonde hair, who seemed to be European, with blonde hair and blue eyes, and his face was very clear and clear. This man was called jamesholmes. I know he was a friend of confinement and a detective. He had helped me before.

The last one was the carefree little boy I met in the unlimited free space before. The little boy had messy black hair, but had blue eyes, which looked like Europeans. His eyes were the largest among boys I had ever seen, and his clear and bright eyes looked innocent.

Only when I see these people do I have a feeling. It turns out that what I saw in the unlimited free space just now was not a dream.
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