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It is a top-secret realm that no one can set foot in, and it is the source of all happiness.

In the noisy and impetuous reality, the idea of the collective form is constantly assimilating the individual, and the independent space seems to be gradually forgotten, leaving only a floating and drifting shell.

If we say, all suffering stems from the loss of the self.

Then, when a person is lost and stuck, just like a lost child looking for his way home, he will always unconsciously look for that space.

It is an innate spiritual home that does not depend on anyone.

And everyone has the potential to be a detective in their own mind.

Occasionally, a glance back, a rubble, or a flash of light, a voice...... It may be the "clue" of memory, helping you to solve the "mystery case" in your heart, clearing the layers of fog, and getting a glimpse of the beautiful and holy pure land. …

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Haruki is about to graduate from college.

At this time, perhaps seventy or eighty percent of college students will inevitably be sad.

is not only confused about the future, but also reluctant to be used to the student days for more than ten years.

That sadness is almost insurmountable.

Indulge in the last game hours in the Internet café; aimlessly looking for an internship; The roommates who left one after another in the dormitory......

The parting worries reflected in these fragments of life on the eve of graduation seem to be about to uproot a person.

They may need a home, a spiritual home.

However, this fate, like the time of the students, seems to never return.

They may be too accustomed to the way their parents wait at home for him to get out of school, take a vacation, and then send his child to school.

But this kind of intimate life will no longer exist with the end of the student life.

As you can imagine, even if you have a stable job and meet all kinds of social friends in the future, you will never be able to return to the feeling you had when you were studying.

Yaoguang is also one of these extremely uncomfortable college students.

What made him even more depressed was that he didn't even have an internship unit, let alone a job, and he didn't even have a place to go.

Walking on the campus with a strong sense of graduation, looking at the figures hurriedly walking by, Haruki felt that the entire campus seemed to have floated.

There was a soft guitar sound in the auditorium, vaguely mixed with sensational human voices.

"Tomorrow will you remember, the diary you wrote yesterday."

"Tomorrow, do you still think about you, you used to cry the most?"

On the edge of the artificial lake, there are couples of tender lovers and groups of campus friends, all of whom reveal expressions of attachment and pity.

"Ting, I swear to love you forever!"

"Ten years from now, we'll be here again!"

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The already sentimental remote light can't help but feel sad from it.

His sorrow not only comes from touching the scene, but also from the loneliness of being alone.

It's been four years since college, but he has never felt a love before and after a flower.

"Hurry up and find a place to dilute the sorrow of parting."

This idea reflexively drove Haruki to the Internet café.

Online games are another world for him.

Only in this virtual world can he find some clear purpose and symbolic possession.

I did a few game quests, broke into a few monster caves, and harvested a few cheap pieces of equipment.

Haruki felt a little tired as if he had completed a certain task, and left the Internet café.

It was still early, and Yaoguang didn't want to go back to the dormitory to rest, so he subconsciously paced out of the campus full of parting atmosphere, wandered aimlessly, and walked back.

He often wanders around the campus alone, but returns to campus after doing nothing.

However, this kind of boring round trip, as graduation approaches, is no longer few.

I remember that when he first entered the university campus, his father brought him here.

At that time, he still seemed so timid.

In my impression, it seems that the enrollment at each stage is sent by my father.

And every time I enter the school, I seem to be a little frightened and resistant.

When I look at this school gate now, it is a completely different feeling.

Resist? Reluctant?

Isn't this a pair of-for-tat contradictions? (To be continued.) )