People always recall their childhood from time to time. The older they get, the more they miss it. Late at night, you can stretch out your hand and be pulled back by the darkness. The layout of the house and the appearance of the deceased relatives are clearer than the appearance of the living people. One thing after another, I think clearly, and I understand that the adults were so angry at the beginning, and that my naughty self actually caused so much trouble.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
