Darcissus｜Double DeathAdjustment short story
Gong Zhu was born a lonely soul.
There are only a few deserted and dilapidated huts.
He has seen all his troubled life.
Pity and embrace - but they cannot touch each other.
Tears fell and splashed in the mud. Every dream woke up the sleeping person in front of him. He raised his eyes with tears in his eyes.
They seemed to be looking at each other.
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Xiao Xue's life can be called a play,
It's like a drunken play, like a ridiculous play.
When he woke up from the dream, he was sleeping under the old snow on the broken eaves.
Bean lights are extravagant.
On the starry night, he saw clearly the person who always disturbed his dreams——
They were together; he pitied him for being homeless; he pitied him for having no home.
Gongzhu then gave him a home.
"A lover is a lover, a lover is a lover"
Intention: completely different, but I have you in my heart
