Stories and Daydreams

There is a tavern without a sign at the end of the alley. You don't need to buy wine with money, you can buy it with stories. Shen Yu, who had just recovered from a serious illness, walked in and told a bizarre story about his senior year in high school: My twenty-year-old self traveled back in time and stood in front of my seventeen-year-old self. One advised him not to be a hero, not to believe in kindness, and not to take detours; One wants to hit the wall, wants to take action, and wants to accept death. They say that the nodes of destiny remain unchanged and the process is in vain. But the young man wanted to create a warm echo in the given heaviness. Later, the store got a name, Daydream. Pretending to be all the regrets that have no place to talk about, and the obsessions that refuse to wake up.