There is no love, no conspiracy, no ambiguity, just a careless idle dream in youth.
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I vaguely remember that this story came from one night in junior high school. I lay on the pillow and scribbled each word carefully, happily and sleepily. At that time, I was not a cat who was used to staying up late, I was just a middle school student doing some meager things for my own meager pleasure.
Then, after getting a computer, I accidentally read the story with illegible handwriting, and typed it into the computer when I was bored. Thinking about it, I seemed to have sent this story to a small magazine, but to no avail. Later I opened my first blog and posted it.
After so many days, many things are difficult to find, but she is still there after many twists and turns. To commemorate this small touch, I will put it here - my first column.
Conception: