Near God

On a cold and lonely night, there are a few bright lights. Touching my forehead, I feel the moonlit nights in spring and autumn. You are holding your bones, and he is holding his forehead, and if you think about this life, it seems that no one is burdened, but it seems that everyone is burdened. The world's people are so shallow and tired. Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, right? Is it really rewarding? You spread out half of the remaining book and muttered to yourself, where is the return date? What about the return date? ... The only thing that answers you is the rustling of leaves swayed by the wind and the undetectable loneliness in your heart. I spent several seasons waiting for someone to come back. Bai Xu, Bai Xu, you will still be here in the next four seasons! There was no answer, you thought, maybe he was there, otherwise why would he not say anything, right? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.