The Journey Itself Chapter 71

"Later, I had new anxieties every day, such as being over 30 and unable to stand on my own feet, still an idle hooligan. When I closed my eyes, I couldn't count my past achievements, nor could I see any future prospects."

"I often fantasize that I will have the opportunity to become rich overnight this year or next year, or that everything around me is just a dream, and when I wake up, I am still the poor boy of 16 or 17 years old. In short, there may be many things in reality that are not satisfactory."

"But anxiety is also a kind of busyness at the moment, which is better than doing nothing. Because of all the anxiety now, I only think of those things when I can't sleep late at night. For example, the boy next to me carelessly put the girl's letter in the draft paper, the bad boy with a blurred face blocking the way home late at night, and the empty iron box, the machete... These things seem to be stuck between my 'consciousness' and 'subconsciousness'. I often feel that I have forgotten them, but they are always stuck in my throat."

At this time, Owen heard the door open, and hurriedly threw the printed booklet in his hand aside and went to the door to meet someone.

The booklet was typed on A4 paper and was titled "Dirty Ascetic" and the author was Ryan. Taking advantage of the city's peak tourist season in autumn, my grandfather's flower shop became popular, and Ryan's self-funded book of made-up stories also gained some popularity. Soon a bookseller approached him and wanted to publish this semi-autobiographical new book.