Chapter 1, The Cliché of the Lightning Strike

Surui gently placed the frame on the table, then opened the laptop on the desk. The computer began to emit a low, buzzing sound, and a familiar voice soon echoed. Surui quickly saw the familiar desktop, and with a soft sigh at the prominent game shortcut on the screen, he proceeded to permanently delete the game he had been practicing for over half a year. Following that, he deleted the collection of certain adult films from a specific island and other miscellaneous items from various folders.

Surui clicked on the familiar icon, and several directories immediately appeared. They included light weapons, artillery, armored vehicles, naval vessels, aircraft, as well as various types of weapons and ammunition, military uniforms from different countries, and more—over a dozen in total. This was also the information that Surui had collected over four years during university, and it was one of Surui's hobbies.

He shook his head, picked up his laptop bag, and walked out the door. Just as he reached the entrance, the sky suddenly darkened, and large raindrops poured down like a deluge, accompanied by tremendous flashes of lightning and thunder. In an instant, Su Rui was drenched.

Surui couldn't help but smile bitterly upon hearing this. This lecherous old man still spoke in such a harsh manner, unable even to offer comforting words. No wonder his wife ran off with someone else. Throughout the year, he mingled with the salon girls in the red-light district behind the street, donating all the rent he collected each month to those fallen women.

Su Rui gently picked up the photo frame, carefully wiping the glass surface while softly murmuring: "Rui'er, are you doing well now? Working in a foreign-funded enterprise, your benefits must be excellent, right? You have made something of yourself, unlike me, who after three years of graduation still has nothing to show for it. In the end, I have become a professional player who makes a living by playing games and selling equipment, hahaha... I never expected that after studying for four years in university, I would only be able to rely on the experience I accumulated while playing games in school to become a game leveling service provider. You have made something of yourself, unlike me, who after three years of graduation still has nothing to show for it. In the end, I have become a professional player who makes a living by playing games and selling equipment, hahaha... I never expected that after studying for four years in university, I would only be able to rely on the experience I accumulated while playing games in school to become a game leveling service provider. Among the classmates who graduated from the same class, there are probably very few who have ended up as miserable as I have. Looking at it this way, it seems that your decision to leave me was indeed the right one; being with me certainly brought no happiness."

Looking at Su Rui, who was laughing uncontrollably in the rain, the landlord uncle standing at the door sighed: "Ah, another child whose urban dream has been shattered. It's so difficult to do anything these days"

Surui walked out from the landlord's room at the end of the corridor on the first floor. The usually rather mercenary-looking fat landlord, however, was unusually courteous today, personally seeing him off from his room, while still holding the key that Surui had returned to him.

Wow, Rui'er, you have to see this. In this day and age, there are indeed people who get struck by lightning while standing on the street. What kind of person must they be to incur such wrath from heaven and humanity to be struck by lightning on a clear day!

Just as the landlord was about to return to the house, as if in response to the person cursing in the rain, a massive purple lightning bolt struck down from the sky, hitting the man named Su Rui, who was cursing at the heavens. Accompanied by a deafening sound, Su Rui, who had been standing still, miraculously vanished. The only traces left of his existence were a patch of scorched black concrete on the ground and a nearby lecherous uncle with a vacant stare. Accompanied by a deafening sound, Su Rui, who had been standing still, miraculously vanished. The only traces left of his existence were a patch of scorched black concrete on the ground and a nearby lecherous uncle with a vacant stare.

This push was inconsequential, yet Su Rui found herself pushed to the back of the crowd. After a while, there was a loud "bang" as the bus doors swiftly closed. The overcrowded bus swayed and continued forward, leaving Su Rui, clutching her notebook, standing in place in a daze

When Su Rui deleted the last icon named "World War II Weapon Gallery," he hesitated slightly. This was a collection of World War II weapon images and information that he had gathered during university, influenced by a close friend. Unfortunately, he also had only a fleeting interest, as he stopped engaging with it after one semester. Now, seeing these images and materials, Su Rui seemed to once again see the honest smile of his friend and the eternally noisy little restaurant outside the school gate. Unfortunately, he also had only a fleeting interest, as he stopped engaging with it after one semester. Now, seeing these images and materials, Su Rui seemed to once again see the honest smile of his friend and the eternally noisy little restaurant outside the school gate

In a lavishly decorated office building, a group of elites dining in the restaurant are watching the television news while having dinner. Among them, a young woman dressed in a well-fitted professional suit, tall and beautiful, is watching the screen with tears streaming down her face.

With a slight sigh, an indescribable sense of melancholy surged within me. Perhaps this is the last time in my life that I will see this city? ... Jinling ... . .. Farewell, you are destined to be just a fleeting passerby in my life, much like her.

An hour later, Su Rui, exhausted to the point of near collapse, struggled to climb up to the seventh floor of the rental apartment. After closing the door, he immediately lay down like a dead dog on the makeshift hard bed made of three pieces of plywood, closed his eyes, and lay still, allowing the scorching sunlight to shine through the thin gauze window onto his pale face.

At this point, Su Rui turned to look at the shabby ten-square-meter dwelling, let out a soft sigh, and then gazed at the girl in the frame, softly saying, "Rui'er, I am about to leave. I want to return to my hometown in the countryside. After living in this city for seven years, I am tired. I no longer wish to continue living like this.

However, these hobbies currently seem less valuable than a skill in electric welding. Su Rui circled an icon with her hand, skillfully pressed the Shift key and the DEL key, which brought up a dialog asking whether to permanently delete, along with a - graphic - book frame. At this point in the operation, Su Rui hesitated for a moment, and finally clicked on the word "No" with the mouse

Suri, who was already in a bad mood, could no longer contain the suppressed anger in his heart. He extended his left hand, pointed at the sky, and shouted loudly: "Damn it, Heaven! I came here seven years ago with nothing, and today I leave with nothing again. Is this how you bid me farewell? Come on, I have nothing left, I am not afraid of you!"

As Suri gently spoke, he could no longer remember how long it had been since he last shed tears, feeling hot droplets of liquid streaming from his eyes, slowly falling onto the frame he held in his hands

After waiting for approximately half an hour, the No. 11 bus finally arrived. The people who had been waiting by the roadside surged forward, and those who had previously appeared listless suddenly displayed remarkable vigor. An elderly man in his sixties, standing close to Su Rui, nimbly darted ahead of her with surprising agility for his age, pushing Su Rui, who was holding a notebook, off the bus.

Two hours later, Jinling Television Station broadcasted a news report: "Today, an incident of lightning striking a person occurred on Jiefang Road. A 28-year-old man was struck by lightning while leaving his home. According to informed witnesses, the man was on his way to the train station to return to his hometown when the sky suddenly thundered. Unfortunately, this young man was struck by lightning. It is reported that the man's name is Su Rui, and his identification number is xxxxx. We hope that his relatives will come to the xxx police station to claim the deceased's belongings after seeing this news broadcast..."

After our breakup, I have secretly gone to the vicinity of your rental apartment more than once to see you, but you are always at home playing online games. I left you hoping that you would pull yourself together and find a good job. I have been waiting for you to come to me, but you are always immersed in your own world, unwilling to face reality. I know I hurt your heart; is this your way of getting back at me now

Damn it! Can't I just walk back instead of sitting here? This road is rather remote... Generally, there is only one bus every hour. Su Rui really did not want to spend another hour under the sun, so he held his notebook against his forehead and strode forward.

He quietly shut down the computer, placed it into the worn-out laptop bag, and grabbed a few pieces of clothing, stuffing them haphazardly into a plastic bag that he held in his hand. ... Su Rui walked to the door and took one last look at the small room where he had spent the past three years. Here, he had experienced two warm years, but the last year was...

This uncle, who usually speaks in a sharp and caustic manner, unexpectedly behaved differently today. He couldn't help but escort Su Rui to the door and gently patted Su Rui's shoulder, saying earnestly: "Young man, it's fine to go back. Although Nanjing is a nice place, I have seen too many university graduates like you, without power or money. Ninety-nine percent of them end up having to return home after struggling here for a few years. Forget it... I won't say more. Just go, it's better to return home and live a peaceful life."

A few days ago, my mother called me back, saying that Wang Ma from next door had introduced a marriage prospect for me. I have already seen her photo. Although she only has a junior high school education and is not particularly attractive, at least she can accompany me to live a stable life. Moreover, I have several acres of land at home, and my parents are still there. I have already caused them worry for most of their lives. I am now twenty-eight years old and can no longer let them worry about me.

Not long ago, the goods were obtained, but he was also heavily charged two hundred dollars by the store. After Su Rui came out of the shop, he felt a pang in his wallet, which had become even thinner. He decided that in order to save back the two hundred dollars for repairing his computer and purchasing books, he would walk back to his rented room.

Now, Surui has only walked less than 500 meters, and his white shirt is already soaked with sweat. If he weren't afraid of looking too unkempt, he would have liked to stick out his tongue like a stray dog lying by the roadside.

Forget it, let's just stay and be a memory! It can be considered the only mark in this city where I have lived for seven years. A faintly sad smile appeared on Su Rui's face

Boom

As if in response to Su Rui's roar, a flash of lightning accompanied by a loud bang erupted nearby Su Rui.

Ah, it turns out that one should not casually insult the heavens, as there will be repercussions

After a long while, Su Rui slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to the right

After a long and arduous walk through the narrow alley, I arrived at the bus stop by the roadside. Like many others waiting for their bus, I stood under the scorching sun, gazing into the distance. The appearance of many people resembled that of the Monkey King from "Journey to the West" almost exactly.

Oh heavens, can you be a bit more accurate? Damn it, you missed the mark! Hahaha ... ...

Nanjing is known as one of the four major furnace cities in China. During the summer, temperatures typically rise above 40 degrees Celsius, and the intensity of the heat is sufficient to pose a risk of heatstroke even for a strong man after walking under the scorching sun for a while

On the small table to the right, there is an exquisite photo frame, inside of which is a young man with a youthful face embracing a beautiful young woman as they sit on a stone bench in the park. The smiles on their faces are so sweet that one can immediately tell how happy they were in that moment

Surui walked down a secluded alley, holding his laptop that he had just picked up from the repair shop. This laptop, which had accompanied him for four years, had finally broken down a few days ago. It was sent for repairs for two weeks, and only today did the shop inform him to come and collect it