When the elderly Oscar Hogard opened his eyes for the last time, he could still think of the night when he was seventeen years old: a thief, a chat, a miracle, a sudden crime, and a bowl of cream onion soup. His trembling fingers fumbled with the gilded vellum cover, his lips slightly parted. "Mr. Huo Jiade has made his decision," a young, passionate voice with a hint of regret shouted, "From now on, there will be no more records! According to Mr. Huo Jiade's wish, the church will completely burn it down."
Some people showed a depressed expression, while many others tried their best to hide it - or couldn't hide their secret joy. Outside the door, the citizens who learned the news let their bread fall to the ground, and looked at the shadow behind the crack of the door in horror or dullness.
Within a month, the old man slept in the shadow of the beech tree.
This time, "The Island - Hero or Sinner" has truly and completely disappeared, and only the best-selling pulp novel "The Island", also written by Huo Jiade, survives. It tells an ordinary legend, an ordinary voyage, and a simple false love. People are obsessed with finding clues about that record from this book, but at the end of the story, they always cast their eyes on the distant horizon. Behind the horizon in the distance, the man in the story looked at the gilded book on kraft paper. The scrawled writing inside pieced together a story that was not beautiful.
"To be honest, I still prefer another story."
He jumped off the rock and walked towards a terrifying ruins in the distance. The blackened and broken mast made it vaguely possible to recognize that it had once been a ship.
"But my dear, let the legend never end."
Concept: In an ancient language, one word is both "love" and "illusion".