You may say that this story is trendy, you may say that it is cliché, but you will judge it after reading the beginning. Note that this is illogical.
This is the story of kitchenware. But it's not a fairy tale.
There is harmony and beauty, blood and gore, darkness and sunshine, normality and distortion.
"How can I go back to my past?
I can't leave and forget, and I can't forget and stay.
I can only linger in the center and let you speak to me and tell me your temperature.
If I could keep your eyes and your world
i can't
If I didn't see your eyes and your temperature
i can't
let me go back in time
I can't see your eyes, I can't grasp your world.
Why,
No ifs.
This is my punishment. "
A pair of chopsticks is like you can eat without them, but it is more convenient to use them. Our protagonist was born in this way. The brain is not very good, the body is not great, the physical strength is not bad, the face is not good, he is neither cannon fodder nor tableware, just a little cup. Some are selfish and generous, some are tough and some are cowardly, some are evasive and some are passionate. His experience is unusual, and his unusualness will only be discovered after a long time.
A sultry guy who hides in the city has the ability to make you ignore him unconsciously, slowly trample you to death, and continue to live his sultry life. The person behind the mask is powerful and sinister, with considerable qualifications and unknown experience. Maybe you live calmly, and only you know how you feel in your heart.
A fruit knife, quick and accurate. Well-measured but sharp and unstoppable, he may be as beautiful as a tree, no wind can destroy him; he may be impregnable, at least he is young and has a good family background, his impulses are straightforward and sunny, there are always gaps.
Chopsticks, I guess you are the cannon fodder, right?