Also known as: Pilgrimage of Love
When I was 15 years old, I had my first dream. I wanted to have a child, a child who combines wisdom and beauty, and a child who is loved by all.
My friend Yanzi heard what I said and said something in English she had just learned: Are you kidding me?
Yeah, I'm joking.
After I said this foreign fart, I secretly made up my mind that I would find the most perfect sperm in the world and get involved with the most perfect man in the world.
He is a jade tree facing the wind, with majestic air, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, unparalleled elegance, unruly and suave, wheat-colored skin, a strong body, strong arms, a character that is strong on the outside and soft on the inside, wild but docile, melancholy and debauched.
I don't know, when I was imagining my son's father, he sneezed heavily on the other side of the world.
Of course, at that time, he and I lived in two completely different worlds. Our lives were not on the same plane at all, let alone parallel lines.
It was this unrealistic dream that brought about my life after the age of 23.