Once upon a time, I was too far away from my dream. I finally had some time, but my brain was short-circuited by countless unnecessary things. Until last year, I accidentally met an old friend from junior high school and talked about climbing the grid. The scene from that year came to mind. I struggled for a long time and tried to laugh at myself. I am old and I still have the leisure to try.
April Fool's Day has just passed, and it seems that there are no new programs this year, so I can't help but wonder, maybe as people get older, passion really disappears. My colleagues around me laughed at me and said, you are the youngest here. If you are called old all the time, then where do you want them to put themselves?
Suddenly I felt that the heart is the most direct feeling, so why not just follow your heart for once? *-*
Anyway, it was a gift written to myself. There was nothing good or bad about it, so I started to weave some dreams of my own using words that I thought were not too bad.
Hehe, there is no subject matter, no style, no restrictions, just write whatever comes to mind. To truly do whatever you want for once may be the greatest happiness.
Zi Yao is a stolen name. For some reason, when I saw it for the first time, I couldn't help but use it. Maybe I fell in love with this name at first sight, but I still use it for ten years. I don't know whether I should call myself lazy or something else. After thinking about it for a long time, I decided not to use it as the name of the character in my novel. Otherwise, what if someone asks me for intellectual property royalties one day? Look at the empty pockets, bear it...