Her name is Xiaoxiao. Before she came here, at the age of 27, she felt that she had experienced the vicissitudes of life. In that world, she always felt that she had forgotten something. When she was a student, when she was working, when she was a child, when she was a wife, and when she was a mother, she always felt that everything was unreal. Everything was in the torrent of history, and all of it was dust.
She is indifferent and tolerant, casual and serious about people and things. As her life progresses, she has no goals. She cannot integrate into the joys and sorrows of this world. She seems to understand everyone's thoughts, but does not agree with them. I always feel that there is another way, which should belong to her.
She goes looking for freedom? Is it love? Is it a career? Or a place? Or life?
She walked through deserts and mountains, fell in love, and worked tirelessly for her career. She walked on the pilgrimage like a believer, trying to find that door.
Let's see how Xiaoxiao and the little black cat can continue to write in another world...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
