First novel, original work is prohibited from being transferred or plagiarized! !
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Some of the times in my memory are unique items that have been burned by the hands of time.
Some people have propositions that require a whole youth to be verified. The word fate is like a train that you can't catch even if you run with all your strength.
You know, the train will leave.
According to its timetable, it sails steadily and unstoppably to the distance that belongs to it.
On the first day of the new year, Lin Xian called on almost everyone she knew in her circle of friends to help her get a plane ticket to Japan. Phone calls came in like thunder:
"No, eldest sister! Are you desperate for your life? There was an earthquake over there!!"
Lin Xian, who had expected this move, subconsciously cleared his throat and tried to save himself:
"The main thing is that I am too..."
Before he finished speaking, there was another thunder:
"You are just stupid. He might be a corpse, but you still rush to die for him!"...
No one was seen this time, but he flipped through a cold list of victims on his mobile phone.
A name that I haven't seen for a long time is lying quietly inside, like a stone falling on cotton. There is no loud noise, only the infinite emptiness of falling infinitely and unable to grasp it.
The year they first met, Lin Xian was in the fourth grade of elementary school. The whispers that filled her ears before her shift formed the most dazzling background of her childhood.
She always wrote in her diary at that time:
"Once you leave this class and this school, everything will be fine."
The wish of youth was simple and direct, but fate lightly added a sentence behind her unclosed diary:
"If the premise is misfortune, then I am willing to accept its test again."
That train you failed to catch has already determined the direction of your life...
Intention: Find yourself, find courage
