Deep in the alleys of Shanghai, there is a battle between man and ghost.
In order to save his son, Tong Jiaru deceived Toshiro Higashimura and watched him fall in a pool of blood on the beach with no bones left. He thought this was relief, but from that day on, there was a cold shadow behind him.
It was the hatred that choked his throat at midnight, the warmth that silently stood in front of him when the snow fell, and the silence that saw the will-o'-the-wisp swaying gently when he was feeding his children porridge.
Toshiro Tomura hated him for his deception and his betrayal, but in the entanglement day after day, he felt a heartbeat that he shouldn't have.
He is his life-killing ghost and his patron saint.
The spring thunder sounded and the soul dispersed. The words "take good care of Gong Jin" became his last words.
Tong Jiaru held the painting and guarded the sycamore tree that had withered and flourished every year, waiting for someone who would never come back.
It turns out that the end of love and hate is nothing more than a cross-life lovesickness and an unspoken "I'm waiting for you".
Reader comments
The teacher's writing style is as touching as ever. He once cut off the enemy's life with a sword and ended the blood feud, but he did not expect that the other party's soul would haunt him. Teacher, the pull in your writing is so amazing. Across the boundary between life and death, across the gap of hatred between country and family, they love each other and want to kill each other, and the hatred of murder has become a deep love. The meeting in the penultimate chapter finally puts an end to the obsession of the rest of my life. I hope that my soul will return to its place. This scene directly makes people cry, full of a sense of fate! In the last moment of staying with each other, their tombstones were close to each other, as if the two people were really together during their lifetimes. The sense of fate written in Da Da's pen is so amazing!
It hurts so much. Teacher's writing is very delicate and easy to empathize with. Also because of empathy, I can feel Dongcun's hatred and the regret of the two people behind. It's such a pity and pain. Teacher, you are also very good. You are awesome. You write the emotional lines very delicately.
Give yourself a good review~
I cried from beginning to end, it was so beautiful
Enough said, teacher, I support you.
The author writes so well that I cried at the end😭
I have read so many books by this guy, and this is the only one that made me cry. Especially the part where the East Village disappears and where the soul comes back [crying]
The teacher's writing style is as touching as ever. He once cut off the enemy's life with a sword and ended the blood feud, but he did not expect that the other party's soul would haunt him. Teacher, the pull in your writing is so amazing. Across the boundary between life and death, across the gap of hatred between country and family, they love each other and want to kill each other, and the hatred of murder has become a deep love. The meeting in the penultimate chapter finally puts an end to the obsession of the rest of my life. I hope that my soul will return to its place. This scene directly makes people cry, full of a sense of fate! In the last moment of staying with each other, their tombstones were close to each other, as if the two people were really together during their lifetimes. The sense of fate written in Da Da's pen is so amazing!
It hurts so much. Teacher's writing is very delicate and easy to empathize with. Also because of empathy, I can feel Dongcun's hatred and the regret of the two people behind. It's such a pity and pain. Teacher, you are also very good. You are awesome. You write the emotional lines very delicately.
Give yourself a good review~
I cried from beginning to end, it was so beautiful
Enough said, teacher, I support you.
The author writes so well that I cried at the end😭
I have read so many books by this guy, and this is the only one that made me cry. Especially the part where the East Village disappears and where the soul comes back [crying]