Countdown: Humanity's struggle to survive against yesterday

Chapter 91 Sun Fumin

What does it feel like to go 22 hours without sleep?

Su Mian saw Sun Fumin pacing back and forth in the living room, sometimes going to the balcony to smoke, sometimes drinking energy drinks, and couldn't help but ask him a question.

Sun Fumin grinned: "It's alright, just a bit boring."

"How about I talk to you for a bit?" Su Mian said earnestly after saving a diary entry she had just written on her phone and putting it down.

"Shall we have a chat?"

Sun Fumin seemed incredulous and quickly checked again.

In his memory, Su Mian had always been a man of few words and had a cold personality ever since they started living under the same roof.

She initially thought he was aloof, but after spending time with him, she realized that he was simply quiet and didn't act superior. He just wasn't interested in listening to her gossip with Lu Xue or Zhang Jimin.

However, after Chang Niankong arrived, the two of them were able to have a very good chat.

Su Mian often asked Chang Niankong for memory tips, and Chang Niankong always said that there were no tips, just look at it more and look at it repeatedly.

"Truly, the greatest truths are the simplest!"

Sun Fumin composed himself and asked curiously, "What did you talk about?"

"Tell me why you're not married yet?"

"Well……"

Sun Fumin was speechless. He looked at Su Mian carefully and realized that she didn't seem to be joking. Instead, she was genuinely curious. He sighed inwardly.

"What's wrong? Is there something you're having trouble saying?"

Sun Fumin: "..."

"So this is what Su Mian is like. She usually looks aloof with her short hair, and I thought she was detached from worldly affairs. I didn't expect her to be so gossipy."

But there's nothing that can't be said.

Isn't it true that all suffering in life that can be spoken of is true suffering? Even if it cannot be spoken of, we must eventually learn to let go, only then can we live a carefree life.

Without hesitation or embarrassment, Sun Fumin grinned and said, "If you want to hear my story, you can..."

From an individual perspective, everyone is the protagonist of their own life.

Sun Fumin has always believed that he was born into an ordinary family, attended an ordinary school, and did several ordinary jobs. In the end, he returned to the village to inherit his father's small supermarket and then made a living by running a mahjong parlor.

Such a life seems unremarkable, except for one missing element: marrying an ordinary woman, maintaining an ordinary marriage, and ultimately repeating the same ordinary life to continue the family line.

This link might not be called a deficiency, but rather a difference in how Sun Fumin sees himself as the "protagonist."

Like every innocent child, they will eventually have their own aspirations.

Sun Fumin's longing is to marry a "good" wife, a perfect wife.

That's good. When I was young, I thought it should be good-looking and tall. It doesn't have to be like a fairy, but it must be pleasing to the eye and make people feel dignified and reliable at first glance.

Yes, that's the word "dignified".

She should be like the characters on TV, poised, dignified, and gentle.

He searched for 18 years before finally meeting this girl when he came of age.

He fell in love with her at first sight. She wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had an elegant and dignified demeanor and a gentle and quiet personality, which perfectly matched his aesthetic.

He had vowed to marry no one but him. After three years of persistent pursuit, they finally became lovers!

After three years of dating, he ultimately failed because he didn't have a decent job, while his partner married into a government-affiliated family.

This gave Sun Fumin a new perspective on the definition of "good".

But the obsession with "good" is also deeply rooted in my heart.

He didn't complain or give up on himself; he just kept living his life, and later he dated and went on blind dates.

Every time he met a new girl, he treated her seriously and sincerely. Some were interested in him, some weren't, some he pursued, and some he didn't. One after another, it was like playing a matching game.

Ultimately, for various reasons, no match will be found.

This delay has led to him becoming an older single person.

Although he knew he was getting married, his unwavering belief in a good future prevented him from truly being happy for the rest of his life...

"That's about it, isn't it a bit cliché!" Sun Fumin said, giving an unusually embarrassed smile.

"It's alright!" Su Mian nodded, offering no further comment.

"Everyone has their own way of living, and no one can say whether it's vulgar or not. As long as you don't feel miserable, that's fine."

"I think it's fine..." Sun Fumin chuckled, playing with the lighter in his hand. "Some people say I have obsessive-compulsive disorder, but I don't know what that is! Anyway, I don't feel bitter; on the contrary, I think it's pretty good."

If I ever meet a 'good' girl I like in the future, that would be a blessing; if I don't, that's normal too, since I might really be obsessed.

At the end, Sun Fumin burst into laughter.

Su Mian didn't laugh along, but instead seemed to be deep in thought.

After Sun Fumin finished laughing, Su Mian asked, "Now that history can be rewritten, what would you do if you met your first love again?"

“Eh…”

Upon hearing this, Sun Fumin immediately sat up straight. "If you're talking about this, I'll be all awake..."

While Sun Fumin and Su Mian were chatting, Jiang Ning had actually taken a short nap.

When he woke up, he heard Sun Fumin in the living room saying something emphatically: "Su Mian, what if we went back a few years and ended up living with my first love? What would we do then?"

"Oh dear, let me tell you, I haven't forgotten my first love, which is why I can't help but compare her to other girls I meet..."

"If we could go back in time, do you think I should put on a braver act and be more assertive...?"

Jiang Ning listened attentively for a while and found that Sun Fumin did most of the talking, while Su Mian occasionally mumbled a few words.

Their words were full of ravenous and inhuman language.

"Absolutely, we have to put on an act. After all, we're still going to be together for three more years, right? We have to show some manly spirit..."

"Not only do I have to pretend, but I also have to sleep with her hard..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning stumbled and nearly fell.

She was secretly puzzled, wondering, "What exactly did Sun Fumin talk about that even Su Mian, who is usually very quiet, couldn't help but pay attention?"

However, these words made Jiang Ning's heart skip a beat.

"Waiting for Lin Wei to be resurrected, how should I get along with her?"

"well"

Jiang Ning stood silently for a minute, unable to come up with a solution, and sighed softly.

This is also why he wanted to end his dream-seeking plan and return to the bustling neighborhood. He had never dared to think about it deeply before, but just now, he overheard the two talking, and the deep scars in his heart were suddenly ripped open.

"Does Lin Wei no longer love me?"

"Or did I do something wrong?"

Why did she commit suicide?

These thoughts kept popping out of my head.

Jiang Ning felt his mind was in turmoil, so he quickly stopped himself from thinking about it, took out his phone to check the time, and found that 28 hours had already passed.

Based on past experience, another rollback should occur in about four hours.

"I've been observing this place intermittently for about 15 hours today, and there haven't been any unusual changes in the entire mysterious space. The bead representing Sun Fumin has remained grayish-white. Can this verification method really work?"

With some worry, Jiang Ning tightened her backpack and lay back down on the bed once more.

Further observation is needed.