When I was a child, my grandmother said that people who passed away would turn into stars in the sky to accompany their loved ones.
Many years later, Mo Tao's favorite time was lying on a rattan rocking chair and counting the stars in the sky.
That one is grandma;
That one is mother;
That one is her little bamboo horse that died young.
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Xu Wanchen did not believe in ghosts and gods, until the moment he was about to die, he saw the bright stars in the sky.
During the 4862 days he was trapped in the attic and reshaping his body, he endured all loneliness and loneliness.
Just to keep the promise made by Nian Shao.
Purpose: An old draft of an essay, a childish work, so don't read it.
