[To limit the perspective, this work is a first-person narrative. Please do not click on it if there are any misleading points.]
My name is Lu Zhi. Originally, my father hoped that I could become a somewhat "persistent" person and someone who could "take charge."
But many people pronounce it "Lu Zhi" and write it "Lu Zhi".
Even my certificate of award said carelessly, "This is hereby awarded to classmate Lu Zhi."
In addition, I am a girl, but many people think I am a boy.
As I grow older, I gradually find that everyone's names are very nice, the strokes are also very complicated, and they basically all have three characters. It's not that two-letter names are bad, it's just that they can be affectionately called by just the last two letters, whereas when they call me, they basically use their full name.
Human life is actually very short, and it is quite difficult to understand it. For example, I can never understand interpersonal relationships, let alone young lovers who spend the whole day making love to each other.
My name is Lu Zhi.
No appearance, no brains, no money, no identity, no status, no house, no car... No friends. I've always been alone.
My name is not Lu Zhi.
Anyway, one day, a strange person broke into my world.
Intention: No matter what, there is always something to look forward to in this shabby life.