My Weird Friends

I have a group of strange friends, who say they are human beings, but each of them has lived for thousands of years. They say they are not human. They all have a skin. After thousands of sails, we are still us. With them, I no longer look for solutions to the secrets of the body, but slowly accept the separation of life and death, and at the same time enjoy the time of drinking and chatting with them. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.