"In the end, he didn't know whether he wanted Huaizhu to live longer."
Cold-blooded, mixed-blood and persistent painter 1 (Mortesson) x pure, kind, sick, weak and self-loathing writer 0 (Huaizhu)
"Emotional Line Copywriting":
When he was seventeen years old, Huaizhu asked himself what he wanted, and he tried his best to seize everything he could have within the limits of his body and mind.
At the age of twenty-three, he was in a mental hospital in the urban area. His eyes were withering as the red fruits of the locust tree outside the window withered day by day. He no longer asked what he wanted.
I thought I would hang on like this and walk in chaos until my soul was broken at the waist, but I didn't expect that I would meet the muse in the book. He and Mortesson fell in love at first sight.
Seven years ago, Mortersson was broken up by his first boyfriend when he was seventeen years old, and he moved into a house with someone else before disappearing completely.
Seven years later, when I met my boyfriend Huaizhu again, I wanted to ask him countless questions.
After a casual drinking party, Huaizhu hugged him, kissed him on the cheek, and showed the green smile of his first love.
His heart was beating like a drum and he couldn't remove the hands on his body.
Facing the person he likes, Huaizhu takes the initiative to invite: "Let's go see a movie together!"
Mortersson's expression was indifferent: "I won't go."
But Huaizhu met him at the entrance of the cinema, and he held on to his milk tea cup that was about to slip.
Later, he was kissed fiercely on the sofa. Mortersson held the back of his head and looked deeply at himself with lustful eyes.
Mortersson said, "Huaizhu, will you like me?"
"Plot copywriting":
Huaizhu started reading when he was ten years old. Only when he was hiding in a book did he feel safe. Later, when he was a teenager, he met those eyes that looked at him as calm as lake water, and he wanted to hide in them too.
The world to him was a crumbling, hourglass leaning tower, and not for a moment did he feel safe.
The moment before it was completely broken, he briefly wanted to save those eyes.
But——
Everything, everything, is too late.
｜Destiny rains down on us like constant rain and grows into our bodies.
The cover rain base picture material comes from @biganhua. Thank you.
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Reunion ｜ Campus-Adult ｜ Old Unsolved Case News
1v1 he double arrow, no split or reverse
A bit older. Slow pace
Sad, depressed, abusive writing.
Intention: No matter how weak a life is, it will welcome the sunshine
