The man held his hand in the wind and snow. At that moment, softness held roughness, sadness held joy, and life held death. I can shake hands like before. Can you call me "Shengsheng" like before?
"Yongxi Erji, thousands of years and millions of years. Your mother named me Wang Yongxi, but there are some things that are not in my destiny."
"It always snows in the north, and I like snow. This means that I can easily get into your quilt, and you can hug me tightly just by saying it's cold."
"Brother Shitou, I really want to accompany you, but I have to wait two years because we are two years apart."
"Yuan Daozi said I should die at the age of seven, but I didn't."
The man suddenly chuckled, and the wind and snow buried all his sounds.
"Did I say he drowned when he was seven years old? Yuan Daozi said he hanged himself. Shitou, can you still hear me?"
"If you can't hear me I want to say... I love you."
"If I can hear you say something, just say it once. 'Zhou Sheng, we can't do this.'"
There are too many people in this world, and even the few existences are so bustling. The maverick road is so crowded, but why is there no one walking with me? Zhou Sheng walked toward the depths of the wind and snow without leaving any footprints.
Please be careful when entering this long story, the main CP is: Zhou Sheng, a weak scholar - Li Chenlin, a heroic general
Deputy CP: Yang Pingning from a family of military generals - Feng Yimei, a down-and-out nobleman, Wang Xianyun, a master of calligraphy - Su Yanchong, a civilian painter
Intention: Who is willing to solve the thousands of knots in the heart? The cries of childhood will last a sensitive person's life.