I have a friend, his name is He Xiaorou, ah, He Zirou. I told him that I was going to start writing a novel. He raised his eyelids and waved his hand: "Give me a role."
My hands kept typing on the keyboard: "Little eunuch?"
He said seriously: "I want to be a playboy."
"Oh, the playboy finally got the disease and died."
"Oh, it's not that kind, it's the kind that lacks nothing but lacks everything."
"Oh, in the end Quexinyan was on the wrong team and died."
"I didn't take sides, I just wanted to be my own kind, and then I jumped off a cliff."
"He was pushed from behind by his own woman and died."
"... It's okay to be an outsider."
"Let's call it 'Zirou's Way to Die'."
"I'm such a treasure boy."
"... Get out."
Intention: Walking among thousands of flowers, not a single leaf touches me.