This article is dedicated to those of us who have passed through youth and are now half-young and half-middle-aged.
There is no rich and handsome man, no rich and beautiful man, no CEO, no overlord, no time travel, no rebirth, no golden fingers.
Some are just ordinary lives of little people. It is real and cordial, as if it is the story of a friend. The time of gathering is fate, and the separation is also fate. The joys, sorrows, joys and sorrows of little people cannot escape the mark of time. I hope you can also recall those days that you have experienced but cannot grasp the traces of.