I am a collector of old things, which seems a bit refined. To put it simply, I am a collector of junk.
All kinds of things are transferred in and out from here every day.
I sell what the students call "a pound of youth", and I swallow the rings left in the old letters of the obsessed men and women. To be honest, I don't know how many pairs of such rings I have collected, gold, silver, with small diamonds, complete, broken, engraved with words, many, many. What they have not announced to their mouths is called regretful love. All in all, if you see it too much, you will become numb. Maybe it's the greed of the people at the bottom. Next time I encounter it, I will still take it as my own.
Compared to copper tin cans, which are more popular, I actually prefer paper products. You can't even imagine what's hidden inside them! Let me put in a word, although I am from the lower class, I am living a pretty good life. The war between the old and the new has not affected my life. I have the common ability of the old century to be literate. In this new era where emotions are barren and stories are overflowing, paper products that can withstand the pressure of the ban may be a long time ago. Take this letter as an example. Each page has four lines, a square shape, and only seven sentences, which makes life seem like a blur.
Before I was knocked down by the minions from above, and before I could continue to collect scraps and make profits from them, I should be able to collect more.
But now please read this chapter.
Intention: Always be confident and sparkling!