When I was a child, I always wanted to become a bird, fly away from my abusive teacher, my stupid cousin's family, and the life that made me uncomfortable, and fly over the rugged mountain road and flutter my wings to reach the small river, where there is a large flat river beach suitable for survival.
After the Spring Festival, I went to change my name, which took several months.
Maybe one day, after I have exhausted all the despicable and despicable means of speculation, I can read that letter. In the letter, he may have had a premonition to call me Aqi. He may say the words that I have always wanted to hear but have no meaning. He may say that everything is just a bad joke.
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First posted on another site, user name is hual_a
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