Ten years, life and death dimly separated. I do not dwell on it, yet I cannot forget. A lonely grave a thousand miles away, with no place to speak of this sorrow. Even if we met, I doubt you would recognize me: my face worn by dust, my temples white as frost.
Last night, in a quiet dream, I suddenly returned home. By the small window, you were combing your hair. We gazed at each other in silence, with only a thousand streams of tears. I imagine that year after year, the place that breaks my heart is that moonlit night on the low pine-covered hill.
This novel and its characters are purely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.
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Let me give the author a suggestion. In order not to expose his whereabouts, he doesn't tell his mother's identity. But, does this have anything to do with exposing his whereabouts? Several businessmen in the coffee shop know your whereabouts. Do you think the person at the top of the pyramid might not know?
I would like to ask, besides causing trouble for the protagonist, what else does Jiang Wenjun do?