I'm a very stupid person, I can't walk until I'm three years old. However, I, a fool, just walked into the fool's door of literature. When I was 17, I dropped out of high school and wrote a novel. I was asked to go by an information department in Jiangxi.
Later, I was afraid that they would secretly publish it in my name, so I went to the Ministry of Information without my parents knowing. During this period, he suffered a lot and ended up living in a brick kiln factory in Zhumadian.
My mother didn't see me for more than ten days, so she went to Nanchang with my father to look for me without bringing much money. I went back and forth and suffered a lot.
Later, I finally went home. After staying at home for a few months, at the suggestion of my parents, I followed the people in the village to work in the Beijing construction team. But I still haven't forgotten literature. In search of a job that would allow me free time to create, I became homeless again and almost starved to death on the streets.
After losing my first girlfriend after being insulted by a chef, I made up my mind to learn to cook. But due to various reasons, I failed to learn a skill in the end.
Gradually, I grew up. In order to have someone to support me in old age and my parents' wish, I started looking for my other half. During this period, I had many emotional entanglements with more than 20 girls------