It weaves an invisible web, trapping us in place and watching us struggle to survive through narrow gaps.
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This article is from the first-person perspective of semi-crazy literature
"Jiang Zhao, come here, look at the camera." Lin Naiting pointed his shattered mobile phone at me.
I rolled my eyes. Can I take a photo with his crappy thing? I really want to give him a few punches on the head. How can I do this?
"No shooting."
"Hey, I got it." Lin Naiting shook his phone at me proudly, "My skills are comparable to those of a photography master."
Chen Si leaned over and commented on the photo: "The photo was taken well. The black and white filter looks like a posthumous photo."
I performed a death-in-place performance for them on the spot.
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It's been a long time since I started writing anything. Looking at the saved manuscripts, they are completely the product of self-indulgence with poor language and sparse logic.
This is a dream sharing of mine. Many details are not handled well. I am very grateful to the readers who clicked in to take a look. There are many shortcomings that you can fill in by yourself.
Mission: Believe in yourself and create the future