My name is true.
That may not be my original name, but as a person of low status, I am lucky to have a name. Although I don't know my name, I know my family's surname. In my vague memories that are often torn in half, there is always a big hand caressing the top of my head. That rich voice sounded hoarse, which made people feel at ease.
"My son, you are a child of the Ji family and a member of the Ji family. Do you understand?"
I probably raised my head and smiled brightly at him, or maybe I looked frightened. Anyway, I heard him sigh, a very heavy sigh.
"The time has come, let's go with the butler."
I don't quite remember what happened after that, but when I woke up, I was indeed lying on a broken couch. Everything around him is so unreal, so what about the sword originally hanging on the wall? What about the original high beams? Where is the bright blue Kunhua? Am I dreaming? Where is my dream? However, after all, I have never dreamed of myself wearing blue satin and running with that gray figure.
The broken couch and I stayed together for ten years.
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