Write in front:
This is a story called Tokyo, but it has nothing to do with Tokyo.
A story about how cool people are made.
Take advantage of your youth to sort out your memories.
Look at so many other selves over the years.
Why is it 1.0? Because there may be 1.5, 1.6, Or even 2.0, But there should not be. The system configuration can be upgraded, why not the novel? Everyone says no? Is it really not possible? Every step we take must leave traces, which should also be the traces of my growth as a writer. I am happy to share them and am not afraid of showing my timidity.
When you strip yourself naked and stand naked in front of the world,
You really start to get to know the world.
From a person who doesn't know how to wear clothes, he gradually enjoys streaking.
So hard yet happy.
So I leave my story here,
Let yourself take a good look at these children from the past who were either arrogant, vain, sunny, shy, inferior, or helpless.
Eventually it grew into what it is now.
Zhang San also has his own song.
Why not give those ordinary but different selves a private farewell party.
The years are quiet, let's have fun together.
Half dead in youth, live on with a smile.
Finally, I hope all viewers will like what I tried my best,
These other selves.
The last one, as a little surprise,
This is a story about bamboo horses and bamboo horses.
It's about growth, mixed with youth and rainbows,
No matter who we are, we all have similar childhood moments.