This is not a so-called story about the prodigal son, but it is not alienated from the literal meaning.
I think I am a stubborn and stubborn person, and the stories I write cannot avoid the real life of myself or my friends.
There are not too many fantasies and ideas to write a touching plot. Everything is the past, just life.
And in this boring and ordinary life, I am a wanderer who travels thousands of miles, wandering on the road away from home.
There are always some experiences, there are always some moods that no matter how indifferent you are, you can't ignore them, no matter how ruthless you are, you can't bear them.
Then put all this into this "Message from the Ronin",
If one day I stop wandering, I will put down the pen in my hand and occasionally taste the wine brewed by the frivolity of young years.
Experience a special sweetness and aroma.