The quality of the strings is not good. The long novels I wrote in high school are all bad. If I were to go back and write now, I would have forgotten the original details and I would not be able to write the humor of the time. I wrote this article when I was a freshman in college, to fill in the blanks for a friend's electronic magazine. Looking back now, the language is immature and the plot is a little immature, but I may not be able to write some of the sweetness in it now. This is a short story, one chapter is completed, please feel free to read it. If my life allows, I will come back.
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