Rain falls in the folds of memory. The damp breath seeped in from the threshold of the twenty-one-year-old, soaking into every inch of regretfully missed space between them. The sudden roar in my ears was probably thunder, stirring up the smell of damp earth.
In the past three years, Ji Ling had learned to hesitate to speak instead of speaking frankly. The festering and pus-filled wounds stuck together, healed and became infected again and again, corrupting his body bit by bit inwards, causing him great pain. However, he wanted to use this to prove that he was still alive, and in the end he became nothing more than a walking corpse.
There are no thunderstorms tonight, only long, endless rain, like some kind of slow hanging, with tough threads cutting at the skin and embedded deeply into the flesh.
When Ji Ling finally burst into tears, he was stunned for a moment, thinking that they were the raindrops falling through time from the eaves of the research institute that he had stared at many years ago.
But he didn't cry in the end, he just said:
Long time no see.
Reading instructions:
1. From the perspective of the subject and the subject. If you have any questions, please feel free to raise them. The character is innocent;
2. Infinite Flow novel, the writing is average, I have tried my best to improve the QAQ;
3. Entering the second dungeon, there is an amnesia plot, it is not a background, there are still many emotional scenes;
4. In the third dungeon, the protagonist group is probably complete, a micro-group portrait;
Purpose: Please believe that there is beauty in the world
