*First person
*Documentary literature, everything is left unsaid
I met a man who I remembered for ten years.
When I was young, I picked up many things. It seemed that by picking up these scattered and abandoned things and bringing them home, I could get back everything I had lost. The adults didn't understand and only laughed at me, calling me a little "moving rat".
I want to pick Yan Qing back. But life after life, day and night, may have become memories.
Call me "moving rat" again, laugh at me, pet me, I just want to go back to the past, I just want to no longer be alone.
Intention: Everything I lose will eventually be picked up by me
