His name is Zhang Lu.
I don't know why my grandfather, who is obsessed with creating peace for generations, named him after "Brigade". Maybe this is what people in the world often say, "there is an arrangement in the dark." He does not believe in fate, but he is indeed a restless person. Before he learned to be independent, his heart had already wandered.
He misses loneliness, is afraid of the noise, and the bustling city often leaves him at a loss... Everyone forces him to adapt and swim against the current, including himself. However, nothing could resist the cry in my heart: Escape, escape, escape...
He went to study and make friends... Sometimes lonely, sometimes confused and confused. People often talk about ideals, the meaning and value of life. He doesn't understand how his life can have meaning - a meaning that he naturally and willingly accepts. At the same time, what he doesn't understand is: Do people come to this world to seek meaning? So if you don't come, does that mean you don't have to seek? So, what does meaning mean to humans? In other words, what does meaning mean to him?
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