The ten-year mental journey of Bai Chuan, a young man from a small town, from childhood, elementary school, high school, university, work, memories of the recent current situation, life insights, and essays. He always likes to worry about gains and losses in his own vanity, and he always likes to muddle along in his own imagination, and what little reality he has left is wrapped and filled with too much joy, anger, worry, sorrow and fear. If he wants to take a breath, he has to tell it, and when he says it, it is just a mist, a wisp of breath exhaled from the mouths of all living beings. It cannot be seen or touched, and it dissipates quickly. But when you hold it against the palm of your hand, it feels warm. Twelve is age, twenty is year...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
