The final ending was a little rushed and a little reluctant. First, the plot was a little out of control. Second, the inspiration was exhausted. Third, there were some problems in life and work.

At the age of the author, life is like that. It is very happy to be able to find some small happiness, but it is also very difficult, because there are too many negative emotions accumulated in daily life, and there is nowhere to vent them.

Because you can’t look for someone you don’t know, you can’t look for someone you know, you can’t look for someone you’re close to, and it’s useless to look for someone you don’t know.

So in addition to bearing it, I can only carry it myself. As for what to do if I can't bear it, I have no choice but to resist.

Also, don’t complain that no one understands you, because you don’t understand others and you have no right to complain.

Life is sweet, but more often it is boring and bitter.

Now that the author has understood it, but is unwilling to accept it, let me continue to retain a little fantasy on this hobby.

When you keep reminiscing about your youth, it means you are no longer young.

When you recall your childhood, it proves that you are old.

Now I still fantasize, at least I am not old mentally.

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