Coffee saves me, and I have a good friend who is addicted to alcohol. Not long ago we started living happily in a shared apartment.
While cleaning before moving, I unexpectedly found a dusty diary in the newly rented house.
The diary is very simple, with densely packed elegant fonts filling the entire book.
We did not expect that what we would see was such a true, ordinary and undercurrent of youth growth story.
Alcohol said: Wouldn't it be bad to peek into other people's diaries?
I said: Isn't this considered peeking?
Alcohol said: My mood is very complicated. Is there a possibility that this is actually a diary I wrote myself 21 years ago?
I said: Why don't I post it online so that everyone can see it. Maybe the author himself saw it and came looking for it, and we can return the things to the owner...
Jiujiu said: Okay, the law does not blame everyone, everyone who sees it has a share, and everyone who clicks in is an accomplice!
Me (quickly covering her mouth): Shhhh! !
Intention: Purity, secrecy, shame, uncertainty, brokenness, reconciliation, growth - it's youth.