Unpronounceable Name

The world is so completely unfair, and it is a kind of happiness to never wake up from the dream. I leaned on the roof fence and slowly closed the book and looked into the distance. Only later did I realize that it was already autumn. If the Mid-Autumn Festival had not just passed, maybe I still thought it was still summer. I am a person, an ordinary person, a very ordinary person. In fact, I don't know the definition of myself right now, so let's just call it a person. The name doesn't matter anymore, maybe I've forgotten it. They all call me Xiao Ming, but I don't like it. Being called that way makes me feel like I'm very young. I'm already very old. I am so old that I am about to rot. Sometimes when I look at myself in the mirror, I seem to smell a rotten smell. Well, it doesn't matter anymore. It doesn't matter what you call it, old or young, right? It has been raining lightly for several days, but there is still a feeling of coldness that reaches my brain at dusk. I turned around and prepared to go downstairs... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.