The Secret of the Pillow Person

I am the author of this book. I'm an ordinary person. I'm a nobody in the true sense of the word. I was born in a rural area in the 1990s, a place that can't be said to be very poor but definitely not rich either. My family can be clearly classified as poor. Of course, I am not going to say more about my origin. This is fair in terms of probability, and it is absolute in terms of fate. But why bring it up again, because this background may mean that sometimes I may face many situations where I have no choice. Growing up, I was one of those obedient children, introverted, timid, docile, and quiet. I was taught that if your family was poor, you should not ask for unnecessary things, not to compare, to understand the family, to be sensible, and to share the family's worries. Children who grow up in this kind of environment are generally reserved and timid, and I happen to be the same. But fortunately, I have an older sister who is eight years older. She started working after graduating from junior high school. From her, I got a wormhole to connect with the outside world. I was able to know what music is popular now. I started to have favorite and familiar singers. I started watching football with my classmates. I started using Nokia mobile phones to log in to QQ to chat, steal food, use space and write diaries. These seemingly normal hobbies were absolutely impossible to get from my parents. They would only tell me to study hard and be promising in the future. But I still don't know what it means to be promising, but I did learn well when I was a child. It may be that there is a lack of talent for reading in the family. I have always struggled to learn subjects that require the use of my brain to think, such as mathematics and physics. I don't like them. However, Chinese, English, history and other classes are interesting to learn. However, in a small town where everyone rides a bicycle from the village to go to school, it is not easy to distinguish the so-called strengths and weaknesses. I have always been among the best until I entered high school. The life in high school really has no memories, it was boring and monotonous, and maybe very hard. I can't remember anything worth recalling. In order to find a job in the future, I chose science and studied civil engineering in the future. Speaking of which, my current lover, I hope to be my future wife, the protagonist "Pippi" in this book, I only met in high school. Of course, we didn't have any good feelings for each other at that time. If we insist on saying that we did, it was just a hint of appreciation between good students. This is also a huge easter egg. A step-by-step life is like a one-way tunnel. You can only keep moving forward. You are full of longing and high-spirited at first, but gradually you begin to see the true appearance of the road under your feet, and gradually realize your own powerlessness. You even start to suffer blows and feel very painful later on. But this process also has a nice name. People call it maturity. When I was a child, I was mature when I lived frugally without fighting. In high school, I was mature when I chose mechanics. In college, I was mature when I chose civil engineering. Now I am mature when I do an ordinary job. I lost a lot of things during this period, each of which made me heartbroken when it happened, and then I became more mature. I now live with Pippi. I like her very much and I envy her very much. She has suffered a lot less than me in the process of growing up. She is still full of many expectations for life. I am very happy. I pick up the fragments of our relationship one by one and put them away carefully, just like when I was a child, I put coins in my piggy bank and secretly take it out at night to count the number. Gradually, these fragments began to take shape. As a child who was once timid and sensitive, my sensibility was still relatively strong. I began to write these fragments into a story, which was unconstrained, unrestrained, and carefree, as if the story was myself. Even if my daily work is really tiring, even if I am really lazy and just like to lie down and play with my phone, I am still willing to take the time to write until very late. This feeling is wonderful. When I forget to write, I feel so happy. This is the real me. Maybe I am really suitable for a liberal arts job, such as editor, reporter, commentator, etc. But it doesn't matter. There is nothing wrong with it now, really. This book is full of details. I can even read from every punctuation mark what the scene looked like when it happened. Many people should see their own shadow in it and hear resonance. Congratulations, you also feel a part of yourself from me. It has nothing to do with answering questions, not delaying puppy love, not affecting exams, not having to think about work, putting down the pressure and giving yourself a breather. In the fragments full of details, we are all just ourselves. This time I just want to go to my heart. This time I want to go one meter closer to my heart.