My sister said she had to go somewhere. She might be gone a long time, or she might come back soon.
She placed her diary and a bluebell in Ling’s arms.
“When the wind blows, it sings,” her sister said. “Keep it for me until I come back.”
Ling nodded, set the bluebell by the window, and sat on the bed with the diary in her arms, drawing.
She drew her sister. One picture after another.
By the thirty-seventh drawing, the door opened.
Her sister stood in the doorway, smiling brightly. She touched a potted plant in the hallway, and its wilted flowers immediately budded and bloomed.
Ling looked up, her eyes lighting up. Clutching the diary, she ran over and reached for her sister’s clothes as she always did.
But her hand stopped in midair.
She tilted her head, looked at the picture in her hand, then at her sister’s face, and hid the drawing behind her back.
“Sister?” she called softly.
Her sister bent down, smiling even more brightly. “Hmm? What’s wrong?”
Ling looked at her and opened her mouth, but said nothing.
Her sister straightened up and picked up a drawing from the table.
“Is this me?” she said with a smile. “It looks just like me.”
She set it down casually, then turned to look at the bluebell by the window.
“Wow, it’s beautiful!” She reached out to touch it. The bluebell instantly sprouted a new stem and bloomed. “It really does sing!”
Ling lowered her eyes to the diary in her arms. The cover was a little crumpled from being held so tightly, and the writing on the title page had grown warm from her body heat.
Her sister had written it.
But the person standing in front of her looked at the diary no differently than she looked at a pot of flowers.
The evening breeze slipped through the window, and the bluebell’s delicate chime rippled outward in circles.
Ling instinctively drew her hand back, clutching the crumpled diary tightly. Her fingertips unconsciously traced the creases in its cover.
It's too stream-of-consciousness, too humble, and it still highlights the protagonist's confusion. Even I feel confused when I look at it. What on earth is Jian going to do? What did Jian do? The protagonist is a newborn who is entangled with complex emotions such as longing, love, hate, and confusion at the beginning. But as the words go on, he is only confused and cowed. He is so eager to be recognized that he loses himself. This creates a strange sense of separation from the protagonist who just screamed to attract the pharmacist's attention. The writing of stream of consciousness makes it appear to the reader that most of the time the protagonist is fighting against himself. What cannot be denied is that the protagonist is fighting against himself. The character image has indeed stood up, but sometimes it does make people silent, and people can't help but want to skip some self-panic, but after jumping around, they found that the atmosphere is still heavy, not the twisted and persistent gravity field of a heavy girl, but the tiredness and weakness of watching an abandoned pale puppy silently humming. Judging from the current plot, it should be about growing up. The protagonist begins to open up, and the next step should be to shape the protagonist's self. I look forward to it...
I always feel that the protagonist will be born into the King of Extermination in the end. And I think the paranoid side is obviously better.
It's pretty good, but I was very confused after reading it [smiles]
I've been following it for a while, and although I still don't understand it, it's interesting.
Not bad, I hope the author keeps writing The writing is very good. I hope the author will not abandon the book or stop updating it.
The plot is pretty good but the author doesn't understand the game well enough
It's very well written. It's rare to write about a fan of Ruan Mei. I'm looking forward to the follow-up.
The great release of gravity is so delicious.