My name is Yijiu, I am nineteen years old this year, and a college student.

One, two, three, four, six, seven, nine.

Of course, this is just my nickname. No adult would give his children this name.

They called me 19 because the door number of my dormitory is 419. If it is "fouronenine" in English, it sounds very similar to "foronenight". So everyone uses this name to make fun of me. As more and more people call me 19, the real name is forgotten. Every student who meets half-baked in the elevator will say hello to me, "Ons, Ons is back" and "Ons, Are Ons?", maybe because I often go back very late, and sometimes even spend the night outside the school, there is a saying that spreads to the student dormitory building: "Ons, ons, or on the way to Ons."

Faced with this kind of teasing, I can only laugh it off.

It is true that I come back late every day, but that is going to work.

The place where I work is 20 minutes away from the dormitory, and it is my own snack shop. Every time after nine o'clock, many people will come to buy the cake at half price, and I will ask me to help if I don't have enough staff. Because it is a small business, my mother is the only one in the restaurant on weekdays, so it is inevitable that I work every day. Sometimes when the door is closed too late, I will ask my mother to go back first, so I simply stay in the store.

That's it.

Autumn is the season of love. As more and more couples come to the store to buy cakes before returning home in the evening, the cake shop closes late every day.

"Really, if you are in love, don't buy half-price cakes for the person you like."

While walking back to school, he complained.

I am the only one tonight, so I can’t get busy. I have to collect payments and replenish the sold cakes on the shelves in time. I can be forgiven for complaining.

Walking on the ground with fallen leaves and complaining, cars whistling past each other. When the autumn wind blows, the summer heat can no longer be felt in the air. The thin windbreaker seems to be unable to resist the chills - it should be added.

"It would be great if a cute girl gave me a cashmere this Christmas." The cold wind that swelled could not dispel my delusions.

Just on this street where pedestrians shouldn't appear, I encountered the most incredible thing in my 19 years of life.

A girl, wearing a thin summer dress, her long hair flew with the autumn wind, and her whole body emitted a soft white light. The white light rose into the sky like a flame, but was not rushing. Her soothing posture made people feel inexplicably melancholy.

I've read it wrong, haha. I must be too tired from working.

When walking past the girl pretending to be nothing, she thought secretly, "I was dazzled" - but she still cared.

The girl stared at the car coming and going intently, and she looked like she was devoted to it as if nothing else around her was there.

Then she suddenly jumped into the middle of the road.

Facing her was a speeding truck.

"Idiot, I'll die!"

The power came from somewhere, as if someone pushed me behind me. I bounced from the sidewalk into the middle of the road and pushed the girl away.

The girl was pushed away, and the car rushed towards me straight, as if she had no intention of slowing down.

My brain was blank, there were only dazzling headlights in my eyes, and there were only harsh whistles in my ears.

It turned out that the saying "Idiot, I'll die" before rushing to the motor vehicle lane was to me.

It's finished.

...

I always thought I was a selfish person. If I encountered danger, as long as the danger did not hurt myself, I would definitely stand by. I once saw someone jumping into the subway and being hit and killed during the rush hour of work. I also said to the people around me, "A real guy who causes trouble, just die quietly by myself, don't waste everyone's time." And I confidently believed that if a child was playing on the road and encountered a speeding car or something like that, I would never take the risk to save him. The reason was that if I hurt myself, it would be like punishing myself and my family with other people's mistakes. After all, I am the only one who depends on each other for life. If I am disabled, what should my mother do? The guys who do such brave things are fools.

But when I really encountered this situation, I actually made such a stupid move.

When I was hit by a car, it didn't hurt at all. I just felt my body rising into the air and the sky was spinning violently. That feeling was similar to being a roller coaster.

It's ridiculous, but because of fear, I haven't made a roller coaster yet.

The girl wanted to die, so she could die. Why did she do something against other people's will?

Maybe she will save her this time and she will commit suicide in two days. What's the point of my death?

My head was heavily on the ground. I wanted to open my eyes, but I found that even a simple action like lifting my eyelids could not be done.

My face was against the cold ground, and a hot liquid eroded over it - was it blood?

The pain begins to spread.

The pain will not last long and will lose consciousness immediately. I comforted myself.

There should be few guys like me who complain about themselves before they die.

Sorry, mom.

...

Open your eyes and see a beautiful face.

I am not very good at describing a person's appearance. If I have to say it, my eyes are big, my nose is small and straight. My thin lips give people a coquettish feeling, as if the girl in front of me is the eldest lady from which family.

By the way, isn't this the girl I rushed into the road and pushed away?

I lay on the sidewalk, she knelt beside me, her hands lightly on my chest, and my body radiated white light like him.

Oh, I get it.

Hell today.

"Okay, okay, you can leave." I said a little impatiently.

“Eh?”

"Go and become a Buddha quickly. Are you not an unjust deceased person? I am your substitute."

pain.

The girl punched me in the shoulder, and the bones in my body immediately creaked as if they were about to fall apart.

"What are you doing, it hurts so much!"

"Does the ghost know that it hurts? This is the first time I heard about it." The girl curled her lips sarcastically and said sarcastically.

I...is not dead?!

No, I was obviously hit by a car just now. If I didn't die like that, it would be too that way.

Oh, after the disaster, I have to say "It's better to die" that I'm afraid I'm the only one in the world.

She saved me?

What's the matter with the white light on her and me?

"Since I'm awake, get up quickly and have something to say to you, and I'll go back to your cake shop for the night today."

How did she know that my house has a cake shop?

Totally confused.

I grabbed the girl's hand and tried to stand up. I was so painful that my whole body was about to fall apart, but now my body was so light that it seemed as if nothing had happened.

Look at the windbreaker again, it is clean and tidy. It is hard to imagine that I was hit by a truck when I was wearing it.

Looking back, a pool of blood was spread out in the middle of the road. The cars that were speeding past passed by from time to time, and the tires drew dark red marks on the road.

"Where is the truck just now?"

"I've driven away long ago."

"Hey? Isn't that a hit-and-run?"

"It was you who caused the accident, but you jumped into the middle of the road for no reason." The girl looked ahead and said to herself.

For no reason? Hello, who did I just jumped into the middle of the road "for no reason"?

Alas, forget it. Today’s things are so unreasonable. Let’s ask carefully when you return to the cake shop.

"One Nine," the girl suddenly called out my name, "Remember who I am?"

I looked at this girl with a look of surprise. We knew each other before? Why didn’t I know? Did I lose my memory because I was hit by a truck?

"Forget it," the girl sighed, "Of course you don't remember, it was probably the first time we met at this time."

At this time, what does it mean?

"My name is Shuishan Love"

"Ah, that...hello."

Strange girl, strange name.

"Your name...well, it's very special. Does it mean that the benevolent people enjoy mountains and the wise people enjoy water?"

"If you want to say something strange, just say it directly. Who do you think this name is given?" The girl suddenly blushed and turned her head angrily.

I was seen through. Indeed, if someone gave a strange name, the person who was named this name was the victim. I empathized with this.

"No, a nice name."

Then the two fell into an awkward silence.

What's going on?

I should have gone back to school after working, but I didn't expect that I was hit by a speeding truck to save people. The girl I saved returned to save me, and she actually knew my name.

Also, what is the white light on her body?

I have encountered some strange things before. If I ignore them as I always do, they will disappear. But today, so many inexplicable things are rushing to squeeze in front of me, and I really can't find a reason. But if I really want to ask questions, I don't know where to ask them.

Besides, the girl's head turned her head also made me feel very difficult to talk to.
To be continued...