There is an undercurrent surging under the calm water. The thought of fatherly kindness and filial piety is actually made up of lies. The boy's comfort is ignorant and young. He only knows how to open his own wounds by pretending not to care...
Although he was deceived by his family, taken advantage of by his lover, and not understood by those around him. The young man still stood upright, and in the sunshine, he was still a ray of warmth in the world...
"Brother, are you okay? I'm really sorry. How about I invite you to the Internet cafe?"
"..."
"Why does this IP look so familiar? Oh my god, it's Brother Cang's account. By the way, I wonder how Brother Cang is doing now?"
"You're talking about Song Cangnuan's account."
"I'll go, Lao Yan, you don't know, right? He threw a lot of money into it at that time."
"Really?" (How could it be possible? No, it's not his account)
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"Are you talking about this young man? He used to come here often, but I haven't seen him now."
"Why did he come to the cemetery?"
"His mother used to live here, but something happened and her coffin was opened."
"Can the coffin be opened at will?"
The man who was guarding the cemetery looked like he didn't want to say anything more, turned around and left.
"I've already said it, I don't know too much. Let's go, let's go."
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Intention: Youthful spirit must be cherished