The Dream of Stealing a Pen

It's not a time-travel. Goldfinger got lost halfway and lost his memory. Quyi was picked up by someone. Well - I always feel that where these people are going is just like predicting it. It seems that I can always know what will happen next in fragments. Based on those inexplicable dreams, Qu Yi decides to follow these three saviors first. Maybe he will suddenly regain his memory and know where he came from. ┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉ Separator┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉ I cut myself off from them, hoping not to destroy the eternal dream in my heart. In the dream, Xiaohua was wearing costumes and singing babblingly on the stage; Wu Xie was sitting in the audience with a clear smile, looking quite seriously; the little brother was looking up, actually in a daze; the fat man turned his head and secretly talked to the clouds; half of the body in black glasses was straddling the stool, picking his teeth, and clapping and shouting from time to time; Xiuxiu wore the same cheongsam as her grandma's, with a gentle smile... It is very much like the portrait we painted for them in our hearts. At this moment, I can sit on the scene and watch them live like this, and I truly feel that my life has not been in vain and I have not lived up to all the rice. I know that no matter who they are, as long as they have the opportunity to come here, they will do better than me, and the only thing I have is that I am much luckier than them. I really came here and tried my best to help them. I'm satisfied.