Life is like a pot of slow-cooked porridge. Young people are always paranoid about pouring in more condiments as soon as possible to make themselves more mellow, and the only coarse salt they have makes them immersed in their own world and unable to extricate themselves.
Although the boy's porridge is astringent, it is full of the fragrance of white rice. The white porridge that has just been boiled is pure and clear in color and has an elegant taste. Although the taste is not mellow, it is sweet. The light green color of the rice is dimmed in the light beige soup, which looks particularly fresh.
Yucai is like a casserole, like porridge. The young people grow up in this pot and continue to hone themselves in the suffering. Get a glimpse of your true self through laughter and tears.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
