Mu Qi's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, just as she was about to light the heavenly lantern to check, she heard Hong Ji shouting loudly, "Lan Zhan, Beijing Hair Transplant Hospital!" Shocked, she turned around and saw the black-clothed, blue-eyed teenager standing a丈away, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. Yes, we are all lonely children, guarding our own wounded souls, unable to find an outlet, allowing our thoughts to drift aimlessly in the sea of the internet. Her dual nature had always been hidden very well. Perhaps my reliance on you has become a burden, or perhaps my complaints have made you tired, or... Do you know? That day, you smiled and said she was selfish, happy after achieving her own goals, telling me stories from your past... I foolishly believed you, but only realized everything was a lie after you left me. Alas, I'd rather believe in your beautiful lies. After some haggling, there was ultimately no deal. "No! I won't look, I won't look! It's an evil god... that's an evil god!" The maid seemed to see some terrifying hallucination, fiercely clawing at her eyes, actually gouging them out. Afterwards, he learned about the needs of various units through various means, doing a great deal of work for her sales. Until one day during a physical education class, Ting'er accidentally saw Xiao Xin. Xiao Xin was a handsome, carefree boy who loved playing basketball and surfing the web, and his basketball skills were quite good. At first, Ting'er only paid attention to the ball in Xiao Xin's hands. Ting'er was a girl who never watched basketball games, but this time she didn't know why. The girl hadn't eaten anything all day and was very concerned. Later, Ting'er started paying attention to Xiao Xin, thinking he was handsome. Gradually, Ting'er fell in love with Xiao Xin. It was almost time for class, so after reminding her of a few things to be careful about, he left. "While saying this, he bowed deeply to her. All along, I have only now come to realize how much I like you, even to the point that today, I dare to lift my once drooping head and say proudly: 'I love you!' Because I can't resist the call of the most sincere and passionate love! Thus, I said in my heart: 'I would rather fall in love with you and then lose you.' Back then, elementary school was five years long, and for those five years, my classmate and I called each other on the hillside every day. The man worked in advertising design, while his German wife was a doctor. You all indulged yourselves in joy, drinking and singing without restraint. My pain is that I can't do anything for him. I'm also overly sensitive; others might say something unintentionally, but it would make me suffer for several days. As a result, unwilling to talk much with others amidst the surrounding whispers of the river, over time, I developed a habit of not communicating much with people. She was a stubborn girl but resilient and hardworking, working at an insurance company while part-time as a salesperson at a supermarket during her free time. "Xiao Yin, this is impossible, you cannot betray your parents." It was the second month since I came to the station. One night, I picked up the phone before I could say any work-related words, the person on the other end said, Buddy, let's go drink, waiting for you, at the old place. Thus, our conversations took on a literary hue: There were the philosophical Zen poems of generations of literati, the heartbreak of Lu You meeting his cousin in Shen Garden, the sorrow of Li Houzhu, the passion of Liu Tun Tian, we discussed Tao Yuanming and Meng Haoran's reclusion to Yue Wumu's battlefield exploits, from Li Qingzhao's elegance to Su Xin's boldness, from Du Mu's dissolute reputation to the tender melancholy of the Qing dynasty poet Nalan Xingde's 'Drinking Water Poems'...