Goodbye, Damn Youth.

Author’s note

The carousel of youth spins faster and faster.

The deep blue sky and the passing scenery flash by in the corner of our eyes. The wind and laughter fill our ears.

Beneath our feet, the spinning disc speeds up. Around and around we go, and we can never get off.

Jump, and you’ll be left covered in wounds.

Those who do jump can hardly ever return, and are soon forgotten.

As it spins, their faces are all so blurred. In a moment, they’re gone.

Another year has passed.

Another winter, with its icy chill filling the air.

This year, we’re eighteen.

The time we squandered will never come back.

Yet the things we’ve experienced, the things we don’t want to face, keep coming around again and again.

Our little world is in turmoil.

At last, I can say goodbye to you.

My youth, frozen by winter.

P.S. This story is complete, at 150,000 characters.

Although I’ve signed with Jinjiang, given how little attention the story is getting, it won’t be published as a paid work.

So please enjoy it and leave as many comments as you like.

I don’t expect you to add it to your favorites. I just hope you’ll leave a few words to encourage me to keep writing.

If you’d like to read the sequel, click here: Hello, Damn Love

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The author, who’s been missing for ages, is popping in to say hi (* ￣3)(ε￣ *)

It’s hard to believe this story has been finished for six years. Once, while rereading it, I saw a comment from someone saying it resembled Bing Hupo’s A Coffee Bean in Exchange for All of Youth. At the time, I figured there might just be some coincidental similarities, so I didn’t think much of it. I wrote this book in high school, and all the people, place names, and events in it came from my own life. I wrote it like a diary. Su Yang was the first older boy in my neighborhood I ever had a crush on, and the demolition of our homes happened when I was a freshman in high school. All the details about how we got subsidized housing and so on were true. I even still have several revised drafts of this book on my computer, so there’s absolutely no way I borrowed from anyone.

Because I was certain I hadn’t borrowed anything, I thought no more of that comment at the time. Years later, when I happened to look the book up again, I discovered that the two books weren’t merely similar: the names and plot were exactly the same, and Bing Hupo’s book had even been published by Hainan Publishing House. That was when my slow-witted self finally realized I’d been plagiarized.

But six years have already passed, and the plagiarized book hasn’t made much of a splash since publication, so I don’t plan to pursue the matter. Besides, this story has always been obscure, and not many people have read it, so maybe no one will even see what I’m writing here today. But this was the first book I wrote based on my own life, and it holds my memories of youth, so I don’t want any more readers to misunderstand.

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