No matter I am at home or at school, no one will take the initiative to talk to me, let alone care about me. My grades are average and I have no special abilities. I will walk out of the future I am about to encounter - hastily marry someone as poor as me, have children, and live the same life as my parents.
I thought that one day I might accept my fate, give up the struggle, and slowly approach the life I had avoided, or one day I could no longer bear it and fall from the rooftop.
Just when I thought this was the end of my life, "she" appeared.
It is the redemption and destruction of a forgotten man.
Just a musty short story that smells of dampness.
(The work is inspired by Yao Shisan's song "Blind Man".)
Intention: When a person cannot even maintain his fantasy, he becomes "blind".