Preface
Now I am a born in the 80s, and I used to be the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning, but I always know that the spring of the young motherland was not sung to me. Like most people, the impression of the sun at eight or nine o'clock has been upgraded from physically unreachable to a luxury, and even blurs its appearance and male and female! I also admit to fantasizing that Doraemon could really fulfill all my wishes. The most gratifying thing is that Doraemon is still there! It's just that... As a sofa pillow, it cannot be turned into the well-known round shape! Maybe... Repetition has become the melody of my life, and the darkness is hard to get rid of. A strange city, an unfamiliar corner, when my area was reduced from length times width to side length square, I was 28 years old, what about you?
Chapter 1 - I don't belong here
My memory is a little fuzzy, and if I had to think of something, the conclusion might be surprising, that is, I don't belong here!
Have you ever tried to step out of your body and look at yourself? Have you ever tried to lie in bed and let your other self open/close the door/even solve the problem of defecation and defecation? I think maybe it's not a question of willingness, it's a limitation of ability, maybe you can't. But I can!
Do you think I'm crazy? But in my concept, reasonable is like eating too much will make you feel full.