Once, they promised to give me three billion, but to endure the torture of being chased by snails and cockroaches every day, I agreed without hesitation; once, they promised to give me ten million and let me open my friend’s leg. With one shot, my friend and I happily signed an agreement after ten minutes of discussion; once, they promised to give me 80,000 yuan to make Xiao Zhan a superstar, I handed out the QR code without thinking; however, the main topic Give me sixty million, and I hesitated just to pay for not seeing the moon for the rest of my life. There are many beautiful things in life. The brilliance of the morning glow, the crimson of the sunset, the clarity of the sky, the freshness of the flower clusters, etc., all have their own colors. Merely losing a monotonous and boring moon does not seem to be a big deal. I told myself that. And what can 60 million do? With this 60 million, I can buy a sea-view house in a small city, and then drive a decent luxury car. The remaining money is deposited in the bank, which is also a lot of income. Or, you can open a small bookstore on the side of the street, squat behind the counter and read novels every day, and one day raise your head and suddenly collide with the innocent girl buying a book, and then experience a good time. I can also provide financial support to my favorite animation community, I can empty the steam wish list without hesitation, and I can occasionally give my favorite games krypton 648. With these 60 million, I no longer have to face the heavy pressure of life, I can try to learn painting from the beginning, I can learn the guitar that I want, and I can play against the empty night sky when others are still worrying about their livelihoods. Sing freely. This is the life I long for, and just throwing away the moon that I don’t have time to see on weekdays can exchange for such a wonderful life. Who doesn’t want to do such a great thing? But I still hesitate. Why am I hesitating? Does the moon mean to me? Are there jade rabbit and Chang’e on the moon? Is there Wu Gang who cut trees? There is a hammer. The bare, pitted lonely planet, I wish it would disappear from my sight. What a shit moon! Go ahead! Go ahead! Get out of my sight! Get out of my mind! I-I am going to meet my 60 million people, the life I dream of! My mind kept flashing through pictures, luxurious decoration, exquisite packaging, diamond-encrusted goblet with a half glass of sunset, the beautiful woman in my arms, and the spirited self in the mirror. Then there is the moon, the cold moon, and the bright white moonlight falling all over the ground. Lingering. On the sixpence street, he raised his head and saw the moonlight. This is the moon, my moon. Turning my back to the light of the fire, I walked towards the radiance and took a breath. The air was full of 60 million yuan and the burnt smell of dream life. Stepping into the moonlight, I gently closed my eyes. Opened again. Mine, my moon. She is so beautiful, intoxicating, fascinating. No word in the world is enough to describe her beauty. I saw. My moon. My eyes are moist. It’s a pity, this is my last moon.