When she was fifteen years old, she adopted the pseudonym Suoxiang, covered her face with thick gauze, and decorated her hair with white irises. She came on stage with a harp and played a line of poetry. However, she accidentally married a man with the pseudonym Bai Yuan. Three years after her family moved south, she hanged herself, and Xiang died. There have been many changes in the process, but life has been so ups and downs and has not been derailed. Her life is like a song that stops and goes, sung lightly at night, whispered in dreams... Where she comes from, and why she is willing to linger in the world of fireworks, have long been unclear. Only in the crowd, her innocent smile bloomed at the moment when she looked around happily
(30,000-word short story, the first completed novel among cyclists)
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