I lived in a dilapidated rental house and was trying to sleep in a daze. I vaguely heard someone outside the door discussing the death of Qi Chun. I didn't have much memory of this person, so I couldn't call him familiar.
When I woke up again, I found myself lying on a pile of wheat straw, and a little girl was looking at me. She said her name was Munchun.
When I was three or four years old in late spring, she said she thought I was dead when she first saw me. I was too lazy to talk to her, but with nowhere to go, I could only follow her home.
I don't know why I appeared here. Only Wuchun could see me here. It wasn't until Wuchun was pushed into the pond and I found that I couldn't touch her body at all that I panicked. When a face similar to Wuchun's was reflected in the mirror, as well as the same scars, was it a strange memory that emerged, which forced me to think, what is the relationship between me and Wuchun?
Maybe fate is really playing tricks. I met her after hearing the news of her death in late spring, and felt pity for her, but in the end I discovered that the dead person was me, the one who wanted to be saved, and the one who couldn't be saved was me.
*First person narrative
*The classification is arbitrary because I don't know what type it is.
Intention: See yourself