There is a kind of fanatical force that drives me to write these stories.
I always thought that my uncomplicated personal experience limited my expression and thoughts to one mode. What kind of mode is this? Even I don't know. When I want to write about a few people or something, I search for them in my small world. These people live around me, breathe the same air as me, and step on the same land as me, but these never make us stand on the same road. Because of this, I want to write about them.
In their world, there are the dead, the lost, and the living. They may be unfortunate, they may carry sins, and they may make people sympathize. Regardless of whether all these are born inside or outside, they have existed, even exist, and remain in the world in their own way, and I am just their foil.
One chapter, one story
The style of this article is realistic and not limited to word count or plot.
The content of this article contains the author's own fantasies and speculations