It's going to be on the shelves.

When I heard the news, I was extremely happy, so I turned on my phone and couldn't wait to share it with others.

But after looking through for a long time, I found that no one is suitable.

When I was a child, my grandfather always said that there is no sun that can be red, and I am honest and always there.

The last time I said this, he was lying on the hospital bed, I knelt on the ground, and his big hand touched the buzz cut that my father had cut for me.

My father turned his head and smoked violently.

I nodded foolishly, said silly for a while, Grandpa, you should take good care of your illness.

He smiled, as usual, and hey, as if he was satisfied and proud.

Grandpa left that night.

My uncle's younger brother and I were in a daze and were tied to a black cloth by the adults, and then we pressed a rough white linen hat with a long tail on our heads.

I can’t remember many details clearly. What impressed me the most was my grandfather’s laughter. Strictly speaking, it actually sounds similar to “hohoho” or “hiehiehie”.

As I grew up, I understood the difficulty of life more and more.

It's hard, everything is difficult.

In fact, it’s useless to say these things. Things that are not satisfactory are often the same as others.

When it is difficult to reach a certain level, I will think of my grandfather's satisfied laughter and proud laughter.

I am my grandfather’s most proud grandson.

There is no sun that can be red, honestly there is always there!

The black and flying rabbit walks, and the flash of horse passes by, decades in a blink of an eye.

I still can't understand the world.

The sun is still red in other people's houses, I am still honest and always bullied.

Sometimes I often wonder, is it that I was actually dead when I was a child? At this moment, I am just a remnant soul, relying on the inertia of the past, constantly deducing and repeating everything around me?

For example, there is a flower in a distant place. When I didn’t go to see it, does it really exist?

Is it only when I arrive by its side from a distant place that it will instantly become brighter and decorate my world with my broken memories of life?

Anyway, no matter what, the novel I wrote is going to be on the shelves, Grandpa.

Although it is ugly, very routine, very naive, and very stupid.

But so what, this is my world.

Some people say why Lin He is so stupid, why did he not think of himself traveling through time, why did he not think of actually having spiritual energy in this world?

Of course, it's because honesty is always there.
Chapter completed!