These stories belong to Bo'an.
They occur noisily in this quiet city and then disappear.
I write slowly, hoping that someone will remember it.
The city of Bo'an will exist in everyone's heart. It is quiet and familiar. There are reflections of my own memories in it, perhaps those years that were accidentally lost.
I just turned to the obscure side and described the love that may exist in this world, but they are not accepted and can only be displaced.
(From the beginning.)
Something originally written under another name. Once severely forgotten.
Suddenly I saw those familiar names again, reviving those imaginations that had been entrenched in my heart.
Short story or long story. The story that was originally written was revised, and the story that was written later still happened in the same place.
The same names, the same people.
Or those things that may be scorned and forgotten, or those things that they will remember for a lifetime.
I still want to say, hold my hand and grow old together with you.
Anyway, this is the world I used to have in my heart.
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