When I was twelve years old, I was locked up alone in a research institute. After struggling to get out, I met a security guard who asked, "Who are you? Where do you come from? Where are you going?" A few years later I learned that these were the three ultimate questions of Western philosophy, but at the age of twelve, I gave the answer unambiguously. Unfortunately, I have long forgotten the answer, because I made it up on the spur of the moment. I feel very depressed every time I think about this, probably because my three final answers are all false, just like my unreal life.
Thinking about it this way, I have developed anti-reconnaissance awareness very early, including my natural tendency to talk in circles, including blaming my brother after getting into trouble, including imitating adults to sign on failed exam papers, including leaping thinking... Oh, the third one does not count, that is a confusing answer.
Since you can't figure out where I come from, it's better to think about where I'm going. What am I good at? Unlocked? Design? Or both? I choose the one with bigger breasts!
If someone asks me, why do you want to unlock it? I will definitely answer him because the lock is there!
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