"Good morning."
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"The weather is nice today."
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"You look much better than yesterday."
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"I know you don't talk much, but I didn't expect you to talk so little."
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"It just so happens that I need someone who won't interrupt me and listen to me tell the story in full."
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In recent years, my brain has become increasingly difficult to use. The inscriptions engraved in my mind are occasionally garbled and even I can't understand them. I can only fill it in with unreliable memories and try to make the content as reasonable as possible. But I know in my heart that the things above are unreasonable.
I'm really afraid that one day, when I look at it again, the handwriting has disappeared without a trace, not even the traces of polishing are gone. The monument of memory becomes blank. I can't remember who I am or where I come from. The most terrifying thing is that I will forget the reason why I am here. This is something I absolutely cannot tolerate.
So I want to tell you the content on the stone tablet. Although your memory is unreliable, it is better than nothing. By the way, my name is Wang Dongdong. I have lived next door to you for a long time. You have met me.
It's a bit funny to say that the story begins in the funeral parlor in the east of the city.
Concept: There are no heroes who fall from the sky