Preface

There is nothing eternal in this world.

At least, that's the case for you personally!

The world really starts to work when you are born.

Just like the sun that has just been born in the universe!

You are the only protagonist in this world. The rest of the people exist because of you. Many people and many things pretend to exist in ancient times, just to make you truly integrate into this world and turn your performance into real life.

The sensory pleasure makes us lose our understanding of the real world. .

Whether we live well in this world and your acting skills depend on whether the script you get is a comedy or a tragedy, a Mary Sue script or a hard work script, a Long Aotian script or a unlucky documentary like "The Last Bang Bang".

If you die, this world will disappear, and all the beauty we thought of will disappear... How fucking stupid it is.

In another year, I will reach the age of knowing my destiny. I often feel ashamed because I lived too conventionally in my previous life.

Even now, I still refuse to live abnormally. This is the biggest shame in my life.

Running naked in the wilderness, rolling in the city, shouting in the wind, dancing in the rain, asking the most beautiful woman for a price, spitting at the most knowledgeable person, bending over to the ordinary, sticking out my genitals to the powerful...

I have never done any of the above, but it is what I want to do most at this moment.

I can't do what I want to do most... So, I am a real loser!

Hiding in the dark, everyone looks like an idiot, proud like an emperor; standing in the light, I feel that I am the only idiot in the world, humble like a potato with dirt.

This is another kind of pervert who is squeezed under a boulder and can't breathe. This kind of pervert is hopeless!

Fortunately, I, who manage my own world in a mess in the real world, still have the ability to write stories.

In my story, I can fly freely...

I also like to eat, so I put my imagination, my brain, my internal organs, and everything on the table, prepare the tableware, taste it bit by bit, and repay myself with my own flesh and blood.

The following story is not about food, but it is also about food. After all, on the Chinese table, everything from the stars in the universe to the dust and ants can be put on the table, and you can taste its original taste with your own flesh and blood.

——Love you Jie and 2Written on June 1st before the perversion