Before telling this story, I must declare that I am GAY. And everything is purely fictional.
This story took place in 2009, I compiled the first half in 2017, and it is now 2024. Time has passed, all kinds of words have changed, the old friends in the past have withered away, and I have been travelled, and my face is withered.
I have never met Li Guyu, I only saw him from a distance in the photos in the funeral home. Ten years later, when he returned to the funeral home where he worked, his photo was gone. Only the boy's ashes were left on the urn, and in the interlayer of the urn was the note I stuffed when I left the funeral home.
That was 22-year-old Li Guyu. Twenty-two years old, I left in 2007. I was born in 1985, so I am two years younger than me. If you live until now, maybe you can become my very good friend.
This is actually a long story, but it's possible that I told it very short.
This is a story with a very ancient style, and it may be interrupted suddenly for a long time. Maybe I am busy, or maybe I am thinking about some details and how to write.
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Concept: This is an ancient story about love, abandonment, choice, and death in a small town more than ten years ago. Time has passed, all kinds of words have changed, the old friends in the past have withered away, and I have been travelled, and my face is withered.
