There are three questions in life.
Who I am?
Where do I come from?
Where to go?
Abstract thinking became extremely concrete in Jia Xiaowu.
He would repeat this question on the morning of every first day of the month. This repeats itself for decades and hundreds of years.
He relies entirely on a pen and a book to record his life. And my brain can only remember the events of a short month. Every first day of the new year, he would forget everything and start from scratch.
So, what evil did he commit in his previous life? That's why you will end up with such a problem in this life!
And why are the records written one after another, seemingly endless. I purposely draw a portrait of myself every year, but I find that my appearance has not changed at all after so many years - but I heard that the human life span is less than a hundred years?
What species is he? Is his forgetfulness natural or man-made? Was someone trying to make him forget something?
In his long journey of life, everyone is a forgotten passerby. But in the diary, there are always a few people appearing. I know him, forget him, and every time I meet him again, it is like meeting him for the first time. If he hadn't been idle every day, looking through the records of previous years out of boredom, he wouldn't have discovered that his life was a huge prank? Who is teasing him?
And who is protecting him secretly?
Who is he?
Purpose: Looking for the brain I lost in those years