People are always accustomed to stories with happy endings, accustomed to the protagonist's own halo, the bad guys always have to be eliminated, and the messenger of justice will definitely save the world. Whether it's a movie or a novel, every time the protagonist is so angry that a miracle will happen, even if the bad guy points a gun to the head and dies in the end, it must be a bad guy...

Since I was a child, whenever the movie comes to this moment, especially when the bad guy is holding the beautiful heroine, I will fantasize about how interesting it would be if the ending of the story was reversed, and the male protagonist was killed by the bad guys, the key is that the bad guys can do whatever they want to the heroine! Ahem... Well, I admit that I was lewd and precocious, I think it has something to do with the reading and watching content I grew up, I started watching Japanese dew point comics in the second grade, Hong Kong and Taiwan tertiary movies in the third grade, and European and American adult action movies in the fifth grade... Uh, it's far away again.

Of course, in real life, bad people don't give so many lives to good people, and good people naturally don't wait until they run out of blood before breaking out the small universe, the most important thing is that I've never seen such SB good guys and bad guys... Growing up, the worst person I met was probably when I was nine years old, my neighbor Da Pan and I borrowed 5 yuan and said that we were going to buy stationery, but in fact, I went to the Qiang'er Hall to play the Three Kingdoms. And the best person I met should be Da Pan's mother, who beat him back from the hall and gave me back the money. I guess that Da Pan's mother was able to gain insight into her son's visit to the Biao'er Hall in time based on the fact that I lent the money to Da Pan and turned around and went to his house to manage his mother's money, but the most critical reason was that she didn't believe that her son borrowed money to buy stationery. Since then, Da Pan will never make up nonsense with me to go to the Pier Hall again, and every time he goes to play, he always calls me along.

Let's get back to the point, I've always wanted to write something all these years, but I'm used to being abandoned because of my neglect. But when I'm bored and in a daze alone, interesting memories will always jump out on their own and present in front of me like a movie. I thought to myself that if I couldn't record these things while my head was still clear, I guess I wouldn't be able to write anything when I had to rely on others to feed me for food. So I decided to take some time out of my day to put all this interesting stuff together and see what I could write.

In fact, what I want to write about is nothing more than some trivial things that happened in my own life, many people in my memory have not become gray because of age, and many fragments of life have become more and more vivid after so many years, as if they just happened yesterday. Whenever I think about these people and events, I sometimes smile and sometimes feel annoyed, always thinking about what my life would be like if I could be given another chance to do it all over again.

Of course, what I want to tell is not a story of a butterfly effect, and the past and future will not be changed because of the superpowers that the protagonist has. I'm just a porter of memories, just writing down my memories.

Original and no contract.