Lin Han received three things: a pair of high heels stuck in the mud, a helmet with a name written on it, and a piece of penis named "Xiaohai". She, the calculating fisherman; he, the specimen in the glass house
She decided to build something on it.
Use the light in his eyes to make illuminated drawings, and his unreserved transfers to make flowing cement. She is a fastidious architect - the arc of each kiss has been calculated for load-bearing, and the landing point of each teardrop complies with drainage regulations.
Xiaohai is responsible for providing faith. He believed they were building together, believed in the word "forever" on the blueprint, and believed that doves would fly when the ceiling was capped.
Until the rainy season came, the whole building began to sink. Black mud seeped out from the cracks covered by exquisite ceramic tiles - it was the homeland she had never left, the foundation he had never noticed.
It turns out that all the manors that were rushed to be completed were just a reprieve between time and mud.
Purpose: Dedicated to all of us who, in the age of rootlessness, try to water our own barren soil with the flesh and blood of others - when construction becomes instinct, collapse is the only way back.
