[Let's Go See the Sea Together - OVA] The man often remembers that afternoon, when the sun was shining brightly and the wind was gentle. He stood by the side of the busy traffic, watching him walk by on the opposite street corner, as if time had stopped. Things that are easily forgotten, if only he had tried a little harder, it wouldn't have turned out this way. Absurd words, absurd weather, absurd feelings, absurd life, absurd plots, absurd dreams, absurd self, absurd comedy, absurd lyrics, absurd world. It has been the seventeenth month since he left, more than 2000 days, like a century long. "I want to be braver, but your memories are still untouchable." Yes, it was raining so hard that day, dreaming of walking on the moon - the man drove with flowers in his arms to his building wanting to tell him that no matter what others think about men together, he wants to be with him. But, something happened. When the man got out of the car and saw his deeply loved one lying in a pool of blood, he was at a loss. He could only hold his head, sheltering him from the wind and rain, waiting for the ambulance to arrive, until that handsome face fell down, then the man kissed the cold lips of the person in his arms. I think not everyone can bear killing the person they deeply love. The man too, sat in front of his tombstone and cut his wrist. Death came so slowly, in the chaotic dream, seeing the past and present, but not the future. He didn't know that the man he liked for so long had fallen in love with someone else who takes the subway with him every day. The man happily watched his soul leave his body, thinking now we can be together forever. But, following him all the way, watching his life-and-death entanglement with another person, nails deeply embedded in palms, yet it is less painful than a ten-thousandth of heartbreak. Then, helplessly watching his beloved and another man holding hands and jumping into the Lethe River to never forget each other, bone-chillingly cold. He walked to the King of Hell and knelt down, speaking coldly: "I, have no attachment, only seek my reincarnation to exchange for those two to be together in the next life." Thirty years later, two mothers gave birth simultaneously, two fathers who knew each other earlier anxiously waited outside. Hearing the loud cries of two babies. Those two babies stared at each other blankly and then smiled. From then on, they lived happily together. Just not knowing, this happiness comes so heavily. All this beauty is exchanged for unbearable pain in the Lethe River. Willingly. Only in dreams, returning to that warm winter day, dreaming of him holding flowers under your building loudly declaring his love. Back then, everything had not yet begun, nor ended. [Ex-boyfriend] After finishing tutoring today, I met my ex-boyfriend at the bus stop. Originally, we were taking tutoring together. Today, it rained heavily, I stood in the rain, shivering and hugging myself. But, he held an umbrella, asking the girl beside him if she needed protection from the rain, full of indulgence. I went crazy with jealousy. I followed him all the way until an uninhabited place before stopping him. "Long time no see," he said. "Hehe, long time no see, your skills in seducing girls have improved a lot, huh?" Before he could defend himself, I bared my fangs and bit his neck. "Hmph, all who betray me must die." After drinking enough blood, I let him go, only to find him composed. "You, you, why aren't you hurt?" I was shocked. He touched the bite marks on his neck, "Damn, I didn't know you're actually a vampire," he said resentfully, "Wasn't I worried about hurting you that I broke up with you? Do you think I wanted to? How many other girls have I accidentally killed?" After saying that, he showed two sharp fangs. [Plastic Bags] Girls usually have some small hobbies or something. For example, my friend collects cigarettes, some collect knives, while I am a loyal collector of plastic bags. (This is true, I've collected a lot of beautiful plastic bags. By the way, if you ever come across any pretty bags, please let me know.) One day, I was doing homework alone at home, with the heater on, enjoying literature at 9 pm, and drinking coffee. What a pleasure! But as I was writing, I suddenly felt colder and started shivering. I turned around and saw a colorful plastic monster behind me, blowing air, with a long tongue hanging down and blood-red eyes. He roared, "I'm going to eat you!" I laughed, and he was speechless, poking me with his plastic hand and asking, "You're laughing while I'm going to eat you?" I said one sentence, and he passed out. I said, "I'm Ultraman, transform!" [One Hundred Tales] As the summer night arrived, we decided to play a ghost-summoning game, which is the Japanese traditional "One Hundred Tales" (you can look up the rules online). Li Tianliang lit a hundred candles in the next room, then we gathered together, turned off the lights, and started telling stories. Lu Lu told the first story, about a little boy being home alone but seeing two people in the reflection of the glass door, then she went to the next room and blew out a candle, looked at her face in the mirror, and came back. Xiaya told the second story, after which she also went to the next room and blew out the candle and returned. Banchao told the third story, which wasn't very scary, and I joked, "It's not as interesting as the story where a ghost farted and died." The game continued until the ninety-ninth, it was my turn to tell. While telling, I thought, "Ha ha, lucky me to be the ninety-ninth, otherwise, if I was the hundredth, I would have been scared to death." After finishing, I walked blindly to the next room. I saw there were still three burning candles in the room. Thinking someone forgot to blow them out before, I blew out two at once, considering it a good deed. At the moment the candles went out, a gust of cold wind blew. Being a girl, I was quite scared. But I thought, "What's to be afraid of? It's only the ninety-ninth, right?" So I gathered my courage and looked in the mirror. But the face in the mirror wasn't mine, but a withered, dark old face. I was so scared that I fell on my butt and stammered, "Aunt Ghost, did you make a mistake? It's only the ninety-ninth, it's not your turn yet." The terrifying face in the mirror spoke, "Think again carefully, is it really only ninety-nine?" "Could it be... the ghost that farted counts?" I was almost breaking down. "Hehe," the ghost laughed sinisterly and stretched out his rotten arm from the mirror, saying, "Exactly, and most importantly, that idiot Li Tianliang didn't pay attention in math class and placed one hundred and one candles!" [Piano] He was a genius musician. If it weren't for an unexpected incident at home, he would definitely be a pianist comparable to Lang Lang and Li Yundi now. However, fate was cruel. His parents died in a fire, and all the previous items in the house turned to ashes. Relatives, seeing his family's decline, refused to lend him even a penny to bury his parents. With no choice, he had to sell his cherished piano. Before the movers came to move the piano, he sat on the stool, stroking the white keys repeatedly with his slender fingers, playing Liszt's "Clock", that world-class difficult piece made him sweat profusely. This was probably the last time, the last time hearing the pleasant sound of the piano. The movers came, he helplessly watched them carry away the piano, but didn't notice the droplets seeping out from the piano, whether they were his sweat or the piano's tears. He shouted towards the departing truck, "In the next life, I still want you!" He used the money from selling the piano to bury his parents and regrouped, becoming a world-famous pianist. His performances moved every audience member to tears. In every performance, he saw a girl in black and white stripes smiling and clapping enthusiastically, but after every curtain call, she disappeared. He thought, this must be love. He went crazy searching for her, but she was nowhere to be found. On that day, his piano, because it was too old, was dragged away by the lumber mill to be used as firewood. He got married, the bride was not that girl. His wife gave him a new piano, with a smooth lid and precise tone. His hand lightly brushed over the keys, producing a crisp "dou". For some reason, he suddenly burst into tears. He didn't see the small line of words under the piano, "If there is a next life, I will still accompany every one of your performances."