Those Days When I Was Making up the Numbers in the Human World

Sometimes I find that I am redundant and nothing goes smoothly. I see others going smoothly but I am still standing still. Others come to this world to find the meaning of life, but I only come to this world to make up for it. In the end, I realized that my life was meaningless. Teenagers are teenagers. They are not happy when they look at the spring breeze, they are not annoyed when they look at the summer cicadas, they are not sad when they look at the autumn wind, they do not sigh when they look at the winter snow, they are too lazy to notice when they are full of wealth, and they dare not face injustice and injustice, just because they are teenagers. In that June, that hot summer, that nineteen-year-old boy finished answering the last test paper, walked out of the campus where he used to live, took two beautiful photos, and simply said ** to everyone. Sometimes I wish I was just a child, crying when I fall down and laughing when I give a candy. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.