Mattress Magic

About This Novel

When I was six years old, I saw my father jump from the third floor and land firmly next to the trash can. He said it was magic and that I would learn it when I grow up. I later learned that there was an old mattress underneath. Sugar painting has been practiced for forty years. The rain does not know the way, and the moon does not like anyone. Every time you understand something, the world fades a layer of color. But at the end of the day, I found that my father's reason for jumping was still there - his shirt flew off and he had to pick it up. It turns out there is no magic in the world. But someone has done something like magic for you.

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