This concludes the first volume (if you are young and ignorant, leave it to time).

Most of these stories were written late at night, and while listening to the songs, they broke down. The idea was first conceived two years ago, after countless sleepless nights, and only recently decided to do it.

Ha, I'm always late, always too late. It's too late to keep, and it's too late to hit the road. I hope you don't be like me......

How many people said that he wanted to be a hero of the world and find Zixia that belonged to him, but in the end he retreated and said, I'm tired, just you. And how many people said that she was waiting for his heroes to come to her on the colorful auspicious clouds. In the end, he looked at the people around him with a smile, and just wanted to be stable......

In the past few months, I have asked many people where the hero or the Zixia Fairy in your heart is now.

Most of the answers are miserable, she failed to become her hero......

That's why I call this kind of rubbish.

Garbage, the kind of worldly one.

Every one of the world's garbage was once a hero, but he couldn't keep that Zixia......

Come to think of it, I'm also a piece of garbage, the kind of world.

Possible...... Those who can bravely call themselves heroes are truly happy......

Let's talk about these stories, most of them were at my ignorant age. Now I survive the early hours of the morning, remembering the person in the story in this way, waiting for the day when he will wake up.

I wrote several times in the middle, hugged my head and cried in the middle of the night, deleted it, wrote it and deleted it. Late night after night, it's done.

It seems that the people in the story are all around me, Lao Scum, Lao Li, Ermao, Song Fan...... They are all ordinary teenagers who can no longer be ordinary, living the same seventeen or eighteen years old as others, and the same unforgettable......

I'm just as unhappy.

The world is too cruel.

But it is precisely because of the cruelty that the story is not happy. The happy can only be called a fairy tale, and only the unhappy is reality......

This world is not as beautiful as imagined, only pain can go straight to the heart without beating around the bush......

May those who have struggled in the abyss of life and fallen to win the soul have the courage to come out......

Well, that's the end of the story. There may be some sad stories, but I hope you can read other people's stories and go your own way.

People who have fallen through stories are always unforgivable.

Since only the story can not end, let's just talk about the beginning...... Don't talk about the end......

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