That year, the big trees at Gulou Middle School blocked out the sky and the sun, and I fell asleep out of boredom in the examination room. When I suddenly woke up from my sleep, the invigilator was already checking the names of the candidates. I had no choice but to stretch out, rub my eyes, sit up and start my college entrance examination. It was impossible for me to know at that time that every multiple-choice question in mathematics and every trivial sentence in the essay would determine what kind of ghost I would encounter in college.
During that idle time, which was like SpongeBob SquarePants and Patrick Star catching jellyfish, I didn't meet a rich and handsome guy who owned a car and a house, both of his parents had died, and I didn't marry a girlfriend who had terminal small cell lung cancer and mitral regurgitation...
But what of that? If you can't retain your youth, just remember our sleep-talking sessions, the AVs we watched, the inflatable doll brothels we opened, the small bosses we chased, the sluts we scolded...