My life is full of regrets, and the wasteland of memory can be said to be inaccessible and riddled with holes.
My original idea was to write a novel about time travel or parallel time and space, which would be brain-burning and interesting to read. So the original definition of the word "Nichome" is - the crossroads into the second time and space. But after I finished writing the first article, I read about one of my favorite storytellers on the Internet (although he has now lost his account and returned to college life, but his works are really outstanding). He wrote about his life, about the people and things he loved, hated, and regretted. I was writing the second chapter of the novel the night I finished reading it, so I improvised and overturned all my previous assumptions and wrote some stories about Lin Nan, a 27-year-old homosexual who was unmarried and infertile and returned home after his father died. It's boring, even boring, but these are things that I have experienced and really happened.
Lin Nan, as the protagonist of the full text, faces the cold eyes of relatives (first), the marriage of first love (second), the contempt of friends (third), the betrayal of first love and the breakup of family members (forth and fifth), the quarrels of relatives (sixth), and the lover from a first-person perspective The vacillation and legal neglect of LGBT rights and interests (seventh), secular pressure and the harm of homosexuality, and the search for self (end). Because I am from the bottom and ordinary, the problems I face are also from the bottom and ordinary, so the words I write are also from the bottom and ordinary.
Has the world that we have spent our lives trying to integrate into really looked directly at us and the problems we face?
Who I like, what decisions I make, and what my future is, cannot be solved by just thinking about which one is weirder, Tie Niao or myself, like me. We also need to "go to the next destination"
Concept: If opportunities abound, will regrets multiply?