"Oh, sorry, that's probably because I remembered it wrongly, I disturbed you..." Wang Yang put down the phone expressionlessly, lit the note with a lighter in his hand, and lit a cigarette. After half a month, he called all the numbers he could recall. His father's phone number was answered by a guy named Steve. The number at home was a kindergarten number. From the kindergarten he studied to the university school, Wang Yang was not found at all. As for the friends in the band, they did not exist at all. It seems that Wang Yang was not in this world. What's funny is that there is a Chinese-born director named Wang Yang in Hollywood - a young director - in the memory of his previous life.

Ten minutes later, Wang Yang returned to his home - a massage parlor in a small alley. "You guy, you don't have to come back to eat, where is your death?" Through the pink light, Wang Yang saw a middle-aged man with a cigarette in his mouth staring at him. He ignored it. The middle-aged man was furious and put down the soju bottle and caught up and grabbed Wang Yang. "You guy, you're itchy, right? I'm asking you, are you mute?" Wang Yang coldly pulled away his hand holding his collar and continued to go upstairs. When the middle-aged man raised his hand to beat him, the woman next to him grabbed him, "Stop quarrel, what about Ji'en?" After returning to his room on the second floor, he could still vaguely hear the man's curses.

Throwing himself onto the bed and lit a cigarette, Wang Yang fell into deep thought. Through the fusion of memory, he already knew that the name of this body is Park Tin-soo, 15 years old, the son of a turtle man. In his remaining memories, there are negative messages such as being bullied by classmates and being beaten by an alcoholic father. His unhappy childhood and inferiority complex about his identity have caused Park Tin-soo to be extremely autistic, not talkative, and have no friends. In addition to playing guitar and playing online games, he basically doesn't have much contact with people... Fortunately, this autistic personality makes Wang Yang's fusion not too worried about revealing any flaws - a Korean high school student with average English suddenly showed that English was fluent than his mother tongue when he was playing with his friends.

Wouldn't it be strange? Well, think about the feeling of a farmer who found that his cow suddenly turned into a meatless and was fond of meat. A high-pitched false scream came from the woman next door. It seemed that it was over. Wang Yang threw away the burned cigarette butt in his hand and lit a cigarette. The current situation is that no matter whether he wanted to or not, he would definitely not be able to return to his original world. In order not to be arrested by the Academy of Sciences of the Republic of Korea for research, he must forget Wang Yang and do well as Park Tianxiu. Next, it is time to think about how to make good use of his advantages from the future. Perhaps betting on football is a quick way to make money. Thinking of the crazy Korean team in the 2002 World Cup and the reborn Fei Luo, the World Cup, will be here in two months, Wang Yang's mouth couldn't help but curl up a beautiful curve.

Staring at the computer screen, Wang Yang suspected that his eyes had a problem - the shameful Japanese of the Republic of Korea, lost to China 0-4 at home, South Korea's history of winning the World Cup, missed the 202 World Cup... After changing different websites to confirm that South Korea missed the World Cup, Wang Yang collapsed in bed dejectedly, God, I won't take you to play like this, when will the Korean and Japanese World Cup become the Japanese World Cup? The US President is not George Bush but a black man named O'Neal. There was no financial crisis in 1998, no Gulf War, no... What kind of world is this!

What’s funny is that I have been busy finding my original self for the past half month, but I have not learned that the world is completely different. Is this the so-called parallel space? The two interfaces are roughly similar, but slightly different in some branches. The most important thing is that this slightly different kills someone’s great ideal of getting rich overnight and getting nothing for nothing.

Wang Yang took the guitar beside the bed in depression, and the melody of "Sad Spain" sounded in the room. After the song, Wang Yang still unconsciously plucked the strings, and there was only one thought in his mind, and he couldn't go back. Gradually, the chaotic and disordered sound of the piano turned into some orderly subtle lines, and finally became a complete melody. Wang Yang threw down the guitar, quickly found the paper and pen, and recorded the melody just now. He took the guitar from time to time, played, and made some modifications. One hour later, Wang Yang looked at the score with satisfaction. The familiar staples seemed so friendly, which made Wang Yang feel excited as if he saw an old friend. At least, he looked at it.

They feel lonely less strong. Thanks to the integration of memories, Wang Yang's use of Korean language is completely fine. "As day by day, I sit here, waiting for dawn every night, and waiting for night to come every day. I have no right to participate in the sadness and joy of the people around me, because I am just a passerby, and the only one who accompanys me is this guitar. I think of you again, I am not sure whether you really exist or not, and whether you are doing well now. I only know that I can't find you. I can never tell a lot of words. I can only bury this secret in my heart. What I know is that I am destined to be lonely in this life."

After humming gently, Wang Yang added a name above the score - destined to be lonely. Wipe away the tears that had spilled out at some point, and lit another cigarette. Wang Yang lay in bed in a daze, thinking of the friends in Los Angeles. The band found a new lead singer, Carter still loves to drink Coke so much, Hill must have been a casual pick-up girl all day long, I wonder if Honda confessed to Suzuki's little loli (Note 1)... Without me, Dad should be with Aunt Katie. Thinking of Dad, Wang Yang felt heartbroken. Thinking of Dad, Wang Yang felt heartbroken, and then recalling the current father of Turtle who was drunk and gambling, Wang Yang called out a bad luck.

What Wang Yang didn't know was that while he was thinking about it, an uncle was quietly leaving his room door. "When did the little brat learn to smoke? I won't break your legs, but the little brat sings are pretty good. It's worthy of inheriting my excellent genes." Park Ji-sung drank a mouthful of soy wine and thought. Suddenly, he jumped up like a cat with a furry, "Sun Kyu, the guests are gone, you stinky bitch are still lying on the bed, why don't you put on makeup and roll into the hall, hurry up, be careful, I'll suck you..." The vague roar of a man and the woman's complaint made Wang Yang come back to his senses, and Wang Yang was inexplicably bored. Since he has been sure that he can't go back, let's live well. From now on, Wang Yang is gone, only Park Tianxiu, I know that I will keep this secret in my life, I am destined to be lonely...

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