The Housebound Black Hole

The novel is about 200,000 Chinese characters long. It will be updated daily until completion, with new chapters posted at 10 a.m. A note about the structure of this story: The novel consists of four parts: the main story, two prequels, and an extra. Each part should be around 30,000 to 50,000 characters long. The main story follows the two protagonists and how their paths cross. The prequels each cover what happened before they met, while the extra can be read as a collection of background information about the Pingtao world. The four parts are mostly independent of one another, though the prequels and extra will answer a few small questions raised in the main story. Blurb: You buy a new pack of hair ties. There are ten in all. You open the package, take one to use, and put the rest in the box where you keep small things. Whenever you use a hair tie, you take it off your head and leave it wherever. Maybe on the table, maybe on the bathroom sink, maybe on a chair, maybe in a cupboard, or perhaps in the fridge, a snack bag, or a takeout container. It's hard, and unnecessary, to remember where you put them. If you can't find one, you just take another from the box. A month later, you open the box and find there's only one hair tie left. But that's okay, because you've just ordered another pack of ten, and it'll arrive tomorrow. Every so often, you wonder where all the missing hair ties, clips, scissors, wristbands, earplugs, pens, and other things have gone. Of course, some of them turn up in odd corners while you're cleaning, but the number that reappear seems far smaller than the number you've lost. So you wonder: could there be a black hole in your home that leads to another world? Does it secretly swallow your things and send them off to other worlds? When you consider this possibility, you say, "I hope my friends in the other world put my things to good use and don't waste them." Note: The main story is told in ordinary third person, not second person. Theme: Even when faced with troubles that cannot be overcome, cherish each day in the present