I was born at the tail end of the year 2000. At that time, people were excited about the new generation like soapy water. If you opened your mouth and blew lightly, the millennium would be filled with bubbles of hope.
There is a big loudspeaker on the playground in the family area. Every time it is time to go to get off work, the loudspeaker starts singing "Tomorrow Will Be Better" on time. The adults left or returned home singing, and it seemed that everyone sincerely felt that tomorrow would really be better.
Except for Xiaoling, a primary school student.
Xiaoling said: "Tomorrow will only get worse."
We were only eleven years old at the time, and we believed that the opposite of "good" must be "bad," not "rotten."
In Xiaoling's words, tomorrow has become a big insidious guy, and we must work together to defeat it, instead of being helpless against the rotten life.
We are as close as each other, just like the grid on a composition book. We agreed to write Chinese together and would never defect to write simpler English.
I always thought that Xiaoling and I would grow up side by side and defeat the so-called tomorrow together.
But on an ordinary afternoon.
My comrade Xiaoling made an appointment to defeat Xiaoling tomorrow,
Chosen to commit suicide.
Concept: The collision between the short-lived economic prosperity of the millennium and personal destiny