I have been having a dream recently. I found an old journal in the attic. It was old and yellowed and had a small rusty lock on it. I asked everyone, but they all denied it, so I opened it. The paper was covered with dust. The handwriting was green and sloppy. I didn't know how many words I wrote down when I was young and frivolous. It turned out that I was a dream in my youth. That innocence , the body of Xianhua also disappeared - like the moon in the mirror, I often think about - what kind of job I will have in the future, independent, unrestrained and free, I will not become a boring adult, a common person with only money in my hands, so I walked for a long time, and over and over again, I gradually accepted them. Looking back, I abandoned my young self
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
