I dug out a lot of photos from the ** space, and there was one photo that looked particularly like him. In junior high school, he was about ten years old, wearing a small dark green cloth coat, a pair of young and Dangerous jeans, and a pair of cotton shoes that no longer fit. He was standing in the middle of a vegetable patch full of yellow hopes. You seemed to have no hairstyle, and this photo couldn't tell your expression at that time. You put one hand in front of your belly and the other behind you, as if you like to play with your friends and talk about the philosophy of life. To be honest, no one wants to really listen.
As time passed, he finally got used to being alone. As he grew up, he became independent. It was not so much independence, but being far away from other people. He liked places with many people, because the interactions between boys were more common. He would lock himself in a closed area where no one was, or wander alone in every corner of the campus or every corner of the street.
He often talks to himself, as if he were walking with his shadow under the moonlight, mumbling to himself.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
