He Shen felt that the first 17 years of his life were like onomatopoeia, created for simulation. Onomatopoeia is often highly subjective, and if you try to imitate it systematically through your own thinking, it will eventually lose its authenticity. So when the bird actually flew in, He Shen felt as if everything he had simulated for more than ten years had really become a reality. He likes everything about him, likes his boyish school uniform, likes his dry palms, likes his eyes that embrace the stars... Inferior self-esteem, sensitive, dark and aggressive × irritable, lazy, sunny and accepting. Vernacular version: He Shen is sleeping on the table, but the idiot next to the aisle always comes to him for nothing. The first time: "Hey, brother, please lend me a pair of pants." He Shen lowered his head and looked at the misleading white liquid between the man's legs. The second time: "Brother, brother, give me the quilt you changed into yesterday. My quilt was accidentally cut by that guy Yu Lexian." He Shen pretended not to see the clean and new quilt he had hidden under the bed board. The third time: "Ah Shen, please give me a copy of your house key." He Shen: Good guy, this is getting more and more excessive.
Intention: Never give up everything you have.