This article is about the author's dream when he was a child.
One day I was looking through a drawer and came across a small stack of manuscripts of this article.
I thought that I hid it in such a place for fear of being discovered by my parents, but I didn't even remember it.
The childish handwriting depicts this colorful dream in a somewhat distorted way.
I read with a smile, and the scene in that space reappeared before my eyes.
Although the writing is still very young, the writing is still good.
No wonder my friends back then were fascinated when listening to the story.
I finally decided to really tell it so that it would not be forgotten again.
After all, this is a dream I had when I was a child. It is a part of me. How can I forget it.
My own evaluation of myself: The writing is a bit astringent, but the concept is great~ (satisfied)
Also, after all, I was still young at that time, and everything I saw was perfect, so the characters in the story, even the extras, were all handsome men and beautiful women... Sigh...
P. S. But this is not my earliest story. This one can only be regarded as the second one~