Thousands of sentient beings should have an autobiography, at least there should be traces of being alive. Whether you are a big shot or an unknown person in the city, we are destined to be born in prosperity, but live lonely and false lives. Maybe I was born to be pessimistic and melancholy, because I know that laughing is too tiring. This article is dedicated to my stuck life and confused friends. This is Wang Kui's story... The story of a distant friend.