Gong
Zhou Zhicheng x Xu Che
Infinity-flow science fiction with a bit of ancient elements and a complex composition.
In the twelfth lunar month of the 14th year of Longqing's reign, there was a heavy snowfall that covered the sky and the sun. That's a good thing according to adults who are heated by carbon piles. The ancients said clouds and snow heralded a good year, and we have high hopes for the coming year.
"The older you get, the less you can remember the past. If you don't love deeply, you won't hate completely..." Xu Che was lying at the bottom of a dead tree wearing single clothes that had been soaked with blood and had holes in them in prison. Now he lowered his head and looked at the white snow piled on his legs in front of him in a daze. All around are white snow and withered branches of plants. Soon there will be no living thing left on this land.
Becoming famous at a young age, being followed by thousands of people, flowers and praises seems like a lifetime ago. He thought of the sound of wind at the moment when arrow feathers scratched his face when he was hunting with his friends on horseback. When the results were announced, people around me cheered and shouted. Being punished until late at night, and being comforted by warmth while complaining in his mother's arms... He looked at the halo of the already blurry candle in front of him, which began to get smaller and smaller. I felt so hot, as if I was in a sea of fire. "Do you have a fever?" Xu Che thought. I feel so dizzy and my brain is so fuzzy.
Whose memories are these? They are so strange, but they can't help but shed tears. Xu Che was lying on the small bed in the dormitory of the Unlimited Stream copy, thinking. The sound of crying and gasping mixed with the rocking sound of the wooden bed rising and falling due to breathing. He closed his eyes to control the tears that ran down the corners of his eyes. I only felt a palm being wrapped by two hands and caressing it carefully. "It's okay, I will always be with you." There was a hint of hoarseness in the magnetic voice, as if you woke up in the middle of the night. Xu Che listened to these words and thought: "Forever, how long is it? Is it the next moment or hundreds or thousands of years from now?"
Zhou Zhicheng seemed to have read his thoughts and replied calmly: "As long as my heart is still beating."
Intention: Is there anyone who can treat others the same as before? I don't think so. Either better than deeper than the moon, or worse than thinner than a needle.