This is a purely self-narrative novel, opened by me as a first-person perspective. The story starts from when I was one year old and ends at the age of twenty-eight. Why does it end at twenty-eight? Because I am twenty-eight this year, I can only write until the end of this year's story. Perhaps most people have imagined that they are the center of the world, with everyone watching their lives. But in fact, no one cares whether the clothes we wear this year are black or red. So what I want to write is to visualize the lives of ordinary people, whether it is trivial matters, neighbors, family relationships, or friendship and love. It's everything that seems to have nothing to do with me but is closely related. I believe that people from all over the world will have something in common. Even if there is one, then my writing is not in vain.
Intention: I don't have any intention. I just want to write down my story, even if there is no resonance.