Huh. Please introduce yourself casually.
Linyuan. I call this. Nineteen years old.
I didn't have any serious work. Around 1974, my friend Gu Cheng and I were sent to the forest farm in the Daxinganling Mountains. Apart from Mao's Selections and Red Quotations, I had never read anything else, let alone went to college. If you have to say what you do for a living... Does it count to publish some third-rate novels in third-rate magazines?
This is my life. Not clinging to victory or defeat, not dwelling on worries, this is also my attitude towards society.
It stands to reason that a person like me can only marry a woman who is also generous, give birth to a child who is generous, live a generous life together, and die generously after living enough. But when I was fifteen years old, I actually liked a man.
Yanchuan.
What a bastard. An asshole who even I think is an asshole.
I hate him.
Can't forget him.
That kid was so unreasonable that he did all the good and bad things by himself. It makes me seem like a freeloader.
Not to mention him, I get angry when I talk about him... And I feel like crying.
Because this is a really sad story.
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