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I am a dead person, or to put it more strictly, I have been a dead person for six years and six months. It is said in the mortal world that there are two major events in a person's life, marriage and burial. Although customs vary from place to place, there is a rare consistency on this point. I still remember that day six years ago. Wu Chang said, either follow me without any distractions and take you to reincarnation without remembering the past of your previous life. Or - he didn't say the second option, but instead prompted me to take the second path. When I was alive, my life was stable and peaceful. I grew up listening to Ostrovsky's "This is how a person's life should be spent." If I can't choose something for myself after my whole life is over, I feel that my life has been wasted. You must know that watching your own death process is an extremely wonderful thing. If I am greedy for life, naturally I will not be afraid of death at all.

It was the legend that brought us here, the Black Forest. Every step forward meant adventure, but curiosity made us take at least ten steps. We are lost. There are tall trees everywhere, and the road in the black forest is made up of stones and grass, flying fallen leaves, low hanging branches and wind. It is made up of all kinds of mysteries, so we decent explorers got lost. It started to rain mushrooms. The falling raindrops suddenly stopped in mid-air. They rotated in the sun, stuck the light to themselves and then fell to the ground. Therefore, the raindrops that fall after a pause are as dazzling as the tiny flames falling and shattering. We opened our umbrellas. To explore the Black Forest, each of us prepared umbrellas and other things.

I am a writer. Wait, are you confused? Let me put it more clearly. Today I saw these four women were all uneven - forgive me for using this word to describe them. If you are lucky enough to see them with your own eyes, you will understand what I mean. They were all tall, short, fat and thin, as if they were walking together to interpret this adjective. Uneven is a perfect fit. When I walked into the café, I was a waiter. And except for those eight or nine hours a day, I am a writer. Do you understand what I mean now? Everyone has a different identity and role. This society is a society of masks. People always think that if they change various masks, others will not recognize their original appearance. In my long life, I have been a writer first, and then others in various masks.