When I was young, I was very playful. Sometimes I would play outside until midnight and not come home. After my mother locked the door of our house, I could only stand at the door, staring at the dim corridor light and feeling creepy. When I grew older, I had my own savings. When I counted my money every day, I would think about it. If I ran away from home one day, the 500 yuan in my hand would be enough for me to surf the Internet in an Internet cafe for 250 hours. I would always feel safe at that time, because I have money and I am no longer afraid that my mother will not let me go home.
Until I left home as an adult and lived in another city, I still longed for freedom, but gradually changed from physical constraints to arguing for values and choices. This is probably a necessary stage for everyone. It is just the process of pursuing freedom, and also gradually understanding the freedom itself.
One of the protagonists in this short story is a character based on the character of a good friend of mine. The plot is purely fictitious, and I am very grateful to my female pig feet.
In addition, I would like to thank several male friends for taking the time to provide valuable opinions on my novel.
＊＊＊＊＊＊Thank you to the editor and all readers for your support＊＊＊＊＊＊
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