Mei Yixuan 
Flat 404 

At the age of five, the world is a mirror. As long as you struggle towards one direction, you can reach it. When I was nine years old, my father bought me a globe. He said that if you keep walking in one direction, you will come back to the beginning. At the age of thirteen, they said there was still truth in the world. At the age of sixteen, I learned that although the truth becomes clearer and clearer, it is still out of reach. When I was 18, I just knew everything is time trap. No matter how hard I try, my soul is still broken in helplessness. Wenting left, she just like a bubble that suddenly bursts. Wuyi left, she is like a leaf that decay into spring mud. In the past two years, the days have become more and more barren. I have been living in a gray world without sunshine, clouds or migratory birds. Until one day, I wake up, but did not hear the shrill scream of the soul. So I picked up my courage and wrote down the story about that time. The story begins from that drunken night…