Tales from the Red World: a Collection of Sparkling Short Stories

Such a woman. I never have the courage to quit a job I don't like. I gained one kilogram, but I didn't gain weight in the right places. Because there is an Internet, I go online. If there was no Internet, she would talk into the sewer at home, and then guess where her voice would go. When I'm depressed, I want to rush to the street to catch someone, loudly ordering him to love her and praise her, but in the end I find that it's better to be lonely separately than face to face. As a bachelor of economics, shopping spree is something you can't do. Writing gradually ceases to be the secret passage from the soul to the outside world. One-night stands should also beware of AIDS. Those serial killers must be too lonely. Someone shouted loudly for salvation. Who will save whom? With empty hands, what redemption can I get? No one can really accompany anyone, because he cannot live in your body, see the world with your eyes, and drink tea with your lips. So each of us lives in our own body, like a lonely single apartment. (All short works have been published in traditional media, so reprinting and infringement are prohibited~)