Turning on my phone, facing the dazzling light, I saw that the calendar showed that it was December 21, 2012. It was already midnight, the end had not come, and I had not received any news about Zhao Xiaoyuan. Mayday's 2012 singles are still playing in the headphones, just like the song sings: "Take one last look at the starry sky of youth." However, at the age of 24, I feel that there are not many days left in my youth, just like seedlings waiting for the rain in a dry land, but the rainy season has never come again.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
