This is my first attempt at serializing an original novel. I hope my friends will support me~ I'm very grateful!
On our journey to school, there were joys, sorrows, palpitations, and confusions in our cardamom years. All the things in that era were either unforgettable or disappeared. Whether you remember it or not, it is always an experience, forming the past of you and me. After the repair of memory, it becomes even more precious.
Time is like a butcher's knife, which makes people grow old. And we are all stray dogs of the years. Occasionally, we think that we are already at the age of four, which makes people sigh.
Back then, the scene of who liked whom and who had a crush on whom, who clamored to be beaten and who clamored to have the guts not to leave after school is still in front of me. It was more than ten years ago. The gods and goddesses may have happy families and have no worries about going to and from high-end CBD office buildings and RVs every day, or they may be struggling in the circle of friends for food, rice, oil and salt and secretly feel sad. Unfortunately, I think I might be in the latter category, and I don't know why. . .
Everything eventually turned into a deep regret along with the passage of youth. Sadly, the protection I once worked hard turned into unforgettable pain.
I don't know if I'm just complaining for no reason, but I always feel that when people reach a certain age, they have a certain feeling about life. If you are the same, that's really a coincidence~
Concept: In the age of silence, perhaps love should not be too far away