I went back to the day when my grandfather was buried when I was 10 years old. It felt like a world away. In my ears, I could hear the mournful sounds of my mother and aunts getting louder and louder in a local accent that I was no longer familiar with. My eyes went from blurry to clear, and I stared in disbelief. I felt the sympathetic glances from the other adults around me: "This child who has been with me all this time is so affectionate. I cried so much that I lost my soul..."
Am I back? Why should I come back? I don't want to change my past. I haven't made any wishes recently, let alone going to Jinjiang to write a novel or something? What the hell? ! Grandpa, is it your fault? Well. . . That's not what you mean. If you really miss me, you shouldn't bring me back to this point in time, right? Isn't this busy work in vain? I can't help you peel an apple with my own hands... Alas, to your detriment, I have to go through these boring and obscure more than ten years all over again. Okay, let's just revisit the old place. Thank you for this opportunity to wash some free points, but I can't change my past, because. . . . . .
Concept: Anti-routine time travel novel, first person, the protagonist's personality is slightly split, and the logic is a black hole