An article I wrote a long time ago.
That day suddenly opened up, and the dust-laden past rushed into my face.
It turns out that we are no longer what we were yesterday, nor what we used to be.
The short plot is written from different characters. From today's perspective, there are many shortcomings. Maybe the ending will be different.
I can't write comedy, it's always mixed with inexplicable sadness. Maybe what shines through my bones is the life "Shu Ying" gave me.
Conception: