The protagonist, Freis, is not afraid of the heavens. He often pretends to be sick at home and has good interpersonal relationships. He seems to be favored by the goddess of luck, and everything goes smoothly in front of him. He can easily hack into the school website and tamper with the number of attendance; he has a beautiful and sexy girlfriend; he can always expect everything, his sister, the dean of teaching, they can do nothing with him. He dares to do anything, confident, smart, confident in the future and fearless.
His friend Carmon is like his opposite, cowering, disgusting with life, thinking that he is hopeless, unwilling to try boldly, and cowardly. His rich dad is obsessed with luxury cars and gambling, and he doesn't care about his wife and son. He is persevering, but too cowardly, he can only complain and mourn, but he doesn't make any changes.
Many young people in contemporary China are like Carmon, who desire to become like Freis, who are fearless, confident, sunny, and do what they think of. However, under the oppression of the system and society, he dared not make changes. While spurning himself, he was alive with walking dead. I think I'm superstitious and don't care about anything; I think I'm different from ordinary people, with different talents; I think I'm full of poems and books, and full of economics. In fact, he is just living in his own world, trapped in a world, sitting in a well and watching the sky. Also, self-comfort does not have to be true with others, just to be yourself, but I don’t know that life is inevitably compared with others, and being a good one is easier said than done. I am afraid that I can’t even recognize myself. Like the painting Carmon was staring at in a museum, it was small and without any sense of existence. It was afraid that he himself thought he was nothing but a drop in the ocean, a mayfly in the world, it didn't matter whether it existed or not.
Feris is a typical optimist. He wants to live his youth splendidly and lively without being mad. As everyone knows, this way of living is nothing more than meaningless youth and frivolous, nonsense in Carmon's eyes. The madness of these times is useless in the future survival of the adult world. But isn't life just for squandering? Isn't life just used for mischief? Some people are notorious for making mischief, some are not. Looking further afield, we are nothing but ashes produced by the collision of stars, just energy, alive or dead, energy will never be destroyed, but in another form.
So, what does it matter how you are doing?
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