Own story. Three years of memory, crumpled into few words. When I finished typing the last word, I exhaled, lit a cigarette, and leaned on the chair in the Internet cafe to soothe my stiff back, cervical vertebrae, and fingers.
It actually took me a long time to write it. I haven't been able to type it out on a computer. I haven't figured out where to put them.
Is this a kind of closure? After completion, besides happiness, there is more emptiness.
Leaving is just the beginning. Lin Qi knew it, and Han Yu knew it. Brother Xuan, in heaven, he also knows.
But no one can resist the temptation to hit the road. Because the familiar reality is so cruel.
Conception: