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"The sky and the earth were as chaotic as chicken eggs, and Pangu was born in them. Eight thousand years ago, the sky and the earth opened up, and the clear and yang became the sky, and the turbid and yin became the earth. Pangu was in it, nine changes a day, the god was in the sky, and the holiness was in the earth. The sky was ten feet taller, and the earth was ten feet thicker every day. , Pangu's day is one foot long, so it is eight thousand years old. The sky is extremely high, the earth is extremely deep, and there are three emperors in the future. The number is one, it is three, it is five, it is seven, it is nine, so the sky is ninety thousand miles away." Qi Wen just closed the book and wanted to be lazy and watch videos for a while, but found that the world suddenly darkened, and then a strange green light filled the whole room. A green eye like a snake's eye looked quietly at the people in the room outside the window.

When I look back on the past, I realize that I have lived like Watanabe in "Norwegian Wood". I used to laugh at the absurd plots in novels and stories, but now that I am in my twenties, I am obsessed with the absurd past. Should I also write a book, more than 200,000 words long, with the words "She never liked me" at the end? Should I escape from this city like Watanabe and let old friends pass through the forest of time like the wind, leaving echoes in the air... This book may be my story, or her story - but now I think it is just an ordinary stream of consciousness novel, full of ridiculous and illogical words.