Red spreads into the eyes, which is blood. The third brother fell down the city wall, like a red plum suddenly blooming in the snow. He remembered the last look in his third brother's eyes - clear and clear, reflecting the skylight and cloud shadows, like a tired bird.
Zheng Heng couldn't remember how he knelt down. It was cold under his knees, but the blood was hot. When it spread over his fingertips, it made him tremble. The third brother's body was limp and lifeless. He remembered that in the past, his third brother climbed on the osmanthus tree and threw flower branches down, his laughter was clear and light.
"In the next life..." The third brother said at that time, his eyes bent into two crescent moons, "I want to be a bird, being a human is too tiring."
(This article is probably the growth history of several teenagers. It is the product of a sudden inspiration one day. It is not an abusive article~)
