This is my first time writing, pure love and feelings
[Strength + Reunion of broken mirrors + White moonlight turns into cinnabar mole]
A word of inspiration: He thought he was dead, so he lived like him.
Smoking, eating spicy food, laughing and teasing others - every habit reminds yourself that that person is no longer there.
Four years later, he returned from the mission with a different face and name.
But the moment they passed each other in the conference corridor, he smelled the smell of smoke.
"Eight milligrams, Zhongnanhai, pinch it off with your thumb."
He blocked his way with red eyes: "There is only one person in the world who smokes like this. He has been dead for four years. Who the hell are you?"
He was silent for a long time.
"Zhou Chen." He said, "The surroundings are long and the silence is heavy."
He didn't tell him that the word "Shen" means sinking.
Indulged in a name that can never be mentioned again.
The core of the story: After he died, I lived like him; when you came back, you became the me I once was.
