"I am a dead body of water, and he can make me create ripples."
The six-year-old waited under the old locust tree for six years with the answer he knew well. The twelve-year-old stayed with him quietly for three years. The sixteen-year-old squeezed into his life again in a very lame way and with an image that made him unhappy, creating a room that belonged exclusively to the first year of junior high school in his heart. The eighteen-year-old first year of junior high school seemed to have broken all previous ties and actively let go of his hand. Since the day we parted ten years ago, I have never been to the blessing tree that I once trusted so much. Thirteen years later, that "idiot" couldn't count how many times he went there and made so many wishes and prayed for someone. He never believed this. He believed that half of that person's blessing tree was covered with banners he had tied...
A good man in front of others, a bad boy in front of others, and a sheep in wolf's clothing.
Not your typical six-person group
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
