He picked up the pen, threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground, thought for a while, and wrote down these few sentences: When I was seven years old, I caught a cicada, thinking I caught the whole summer. Seventeen years old On that day, I held her hand, thinking that we could be with her forever. Now, I want to write this story, because I don’t know which will come first, tomorrow or the accident. This is about me, about the dead, and The story of the living people and those zombies. My name is Li Nan. He read it several times, but finally crossed out Li Nan and changed it to Li Fatty. Well, my name is Li Fatty. (Friends who don’t like Fatty as the protagonist Don't worry, please poke in. Because life is endless, weight loss is endless.) Readers of this book: 77732489. Accept various characters, and just contact the group owner directly for the characters.