
See the Seal in the Red Building
by Painting Fairy Is Not Fairy
About This Novel
When the seal enters the red building, life is like a dream. Is it the usual nightmare? Is it a strange dream? There is no such thing as perfection, but try your best. If you don't struggle, you will die, and the ants will still live in vain. Life passes by in a hurry for decades. Joys and sorrows are always ruthless. Looking back, he is no longer the young man he once was. Black hair and black hair in the blink of an eye. A lonely shadow on a cold mountain, one shadow accompanying one person. As the sun sets in the west, we recall the glorious past. Peach blossoms bloom and disappear with the wind. It's more aesthetically pleasing, but less joyful. A little more reluctant to leave, a little more lonely. When is life perfect? Tears fall into traces and dry with the air. Helpless, I finally sighed. Is it relief? Is it regret? Or something else? The benevolent sees benevolence, the wise see wisdom. It doesn't matter what the answer is. You know, so what? So what if I don't know? After a hundred years, all efforts will be in vain. Wrinkles, scars, smiles, tears. They are all traces left by the years, and they are a foregone conclusion. One person's life is one reincarnation, one book is one travel diary. But the only difference between whether the story is good or bad is how many people know it. The story is over, is it over? Or is it still to be continued? The end is not really the end, but it can also be the beginning of the next reincarnation? Who knows the final answer?
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