That night when the black air swept through Lijiazhuang, I only held on to my mother's broken hairpin - half of the plum blossom was missing, and the broken end was filled with the coldness of the black evil.
Twenty years ago, I was born into the Li family with an extraordinary life experience
My mother's name is Lin Wantang. Did she know that such a day would come? All she left me was this broken hairpin, and my constitution of "the convergence of all spirits" - the plants and trees avoided evil spirits, but came closer to me.
Who I am? Does this physique have something to do with her?
The remnant soul of Dong Xiaoyu is hidden in the sea of consciousness. It trembles when the hairpin is broken. It is as cold as frost and as warm as my mother's hand. It doesn't speak, but it's deeper than the gap in a broken hairpin.
The moonlight spreads through the broken hairpin, and the jade surface reflects my shadow. What does it hide? What is your mother hiding? What am I hiding?
The wind passed through Yizhuang, leaving only the broken hairpin in the palm of my hand, which felt slightly hot.
Reader comments
I wrote it myself, can it be nice? [Bookshelf plus one]
I feel like the author dug too many holes, I wonder if they can be filled in later.
I wrote it myself, can it be nice? [Bookshelf plus one]
I feel like the author dug too many holes, I wonder if they can be filled in later.