He Fang was born in an ordinary working-class family and grew up into a sunny boy in a small 18th-tier city. His life began to undergo earth-shaking changes unconsciously from the moment he left his hometown. In my forties, looking back, I have almost forgotten my young self, but there is no need to remember it.
When he was in his twenties, Chen Xiaoxu accompanied him as he ran wildly in the rain, "Are you still a man? Just throw it away. What's the big deal?" The boy's back was hunched under the street lamp, and the sound of rain drowned out all the sounds in the world. He probably didn't hear what Chen Xiaoxu was yelling, nor did he see Chen Xiaoxu's tears mixed with the rain.
Until now, every time He Fang sees a phone number starting with 135, he will unconsciously recite the familiar string of numbers. He thinks this is a conditioned reflex, which does not mean that he still cares about stories about youth.
Who doesn't have a smile that contains unwilling youth? He once confidently controlled the future, but later he realized that the studies, career, and love he held in his hands were just a sketch of the future. He held the only things to choose from, but thought he had control of the overall destiny. This was his biggest misunderstanding of the world.
Standing in a thirty-square-meter room, he recognized all this.
Standing on the busy street, he gave up on recognizing it all.
The world is chaotic and no one can really see clearly.
Intention: When misunderstanding becomes natural, everyone will be aboveboard