The orange cat ran back, halfway between the basketball and tennis areas, taking advantage of the shadows under the street lamp. This kid thinks he's perfect, and he never thinks of being observed by me in this life.

I want to be immersed in reality, in the wind, on the brick floor, in the language of my friends, next to the sound of cicadas.

I want to blend in with nature, instead of sinking deeper and deeper in my own heart, someone can pull me, I hope someone will pull me, of course, I actually have to rely on myself.

Come out, Wen Tianzhuo, let yourself come out.

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