Chinese dining table

Chapter 1 Preface
There has never been anything eternal in this world.

At least, that is the case for you personally!

The world doesn't really start turning until you're born.

Just like the newly born sun in the universe!
You are the only protagonist in this world, and other people exist because of you. Many people and many things pretend to exist in ancient times, just to let you truly integrate into this world, and let you change from acting to real life.

Sensual pleasures rob us of our understanding of the real world. .

How well we live in this world, your acting skills depend on whether the script you get is a comedy or a tragedy, a Mary Su script or a hard struggle script, a Long Aotian script or a "The Last Bang Bang" or something like that Unlucky documentary.

When you die, this world will disappear, and all the beauty we thought will disappear... How ridiculous is this.

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

Even now, I still refuse to live pervertedly. This is the greatest shame in this life.

Running naked in the wilderness, rolling in the busy city, shouting against the wind, dancing in the rainstorm, asking the price of the most beautiful woman, spitting at the most knowledgeable person, bending over the ordinary, sticking out the 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 the thing I want to do the most... So, I am a real loser!
Hiding in the dark, everyone looks like a fool, proud like an emperor; standing in the light, I feel that I am the only fool in the world, humble like a potato with dirt.

This is another lowly, wretched pervert squeezed under a boulder and out of breath. There is no cure for this pervert!
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 - free to fly...

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

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

——Love your solitary and 2 June [-], written before the metamorphosis

(End of this chapter)