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我叫你不要去看只有一个读者的书
Cut Three Empty
He is an author. At the same time, he is the only reader. His stories often have no story, because no one wants to listen to his nonsense, at least that's what he thinks. Who asked him to list a hundred novels for himself, but these novels are just his fictitious titles - because there are only book titles - outline (no), text (no), it has ended before it even begins (right?) He was thinking deeply about how to complete these more than 100 novels with added oil and vinegar. If someone asks: What did this reader read? His answer: I looked lonely! If you still want to ask: How lonely is this loneliness? His answer: Then you will see loneliness one after another...
He is an author. At the same time, he is the only reader. His stories often have no story, because no one wants to listen to his nonsense, at least that's what he thinks. Who asked him to list a hundred novels for himself, but these novels are just his fictitious titles - because there are only book titles - outline (no), text (no), it has ended before it even begins (right?) He was thinking deeply about how to complete these more than 100 novels with added oil and vinegar. If someone asks: What did this reader read? His answer: I looked lonely! If you still want to ask: How lonely is this loneliness? His answer: Then you will see loneliness one after another...
夏天有约青春无约
Cut Three Empty
That summer, I said goodbye to her, and we agreed to meet again three years later. She already had her heart set on something and had forgotten the promise. And that day, I met her, I was driving a taxi, she got into my car, and then there was a car accident... I have survived countless dark nights, and I have reversed the jet lag between night and day, but so what? In addition to one person's persistence, one's self-writing and acting, one's sad carnival, one's heart-wrenching cry, and one's fantasy romance... How will the fateful entanglement between the two people end?
That summer, I said goodbye to her, and we agreed to meet again three years later. She already had her heart set on something and had forgotten the promise. And that day, I met her, I was driving a taxi, she got into my car, and then there was a car accident... I have survived countless dark nights, and I have reversed the jet lag between night and day, but so what? In addition to one person's persistence, one's self-writing and acting, one's sad carnival, one's heart-wrenching cry, and one's fantasy romance... How will the fateful entanglement between the two people end?