·Wedge·
There was heavy snowfall outside the house, and a plum blossom peeked in from the window.
He stood in front of the window, stroking the petals of the plum blossoms with his fingertips, and looked at the person lying in the ice coffin with a pair of light blue eyes. Hundreds of years had passed, but the man's appearance remained the same, except for his long hair, which had changed from black to silver, floating in the water of the ice coffin.
He slowly approached the ice coffin, his steps very light, as if he was afraid of accidentally waking up the person in the coffin, even though he knew that the person would never wake up again...
As he got closer, a burst of cold air hit his face. He leaned down and got closer to the person in the ice coffin. His breathing became lighter, perhaps because it was too cold. The person's eyelashes were covered with a thick layer of frost, but his cheeks were light red. There was still a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was just asleep.
He stared blankly at the man, as if he had returned to his childhood. The man was still preaching in front of him, and he listened quietly below. But now everything has changed. The man was inside the coffin, and he was outside the coffin, separated by yin and yang...
"Master..." He tremblingly took the man's hand and pressed his face against the man's cold hand. Only in this way could the hand feel a little warm. He looked at the man's face, and the tears couldn't stop falling, hitting the calm water in the coffin, making small splashes. Suddenly, a cold hand gently touched his face. He raised his head and met a pair of deep eyes. The person he thought about day and night was right in front of him, but thousands of words were stuck in his throat. In the end, he turned into a sentence: "Master... You are back..."
The man smiled, said nothing, took his hand and stood up, but his center of gravity was unstable. The man's hand suddenly let go, and he fell backwards, as if falling into an abyss...
He woke up suddenly, only to find that he had fallen asleep lying next to the ice coffin, and the person in the ice coffin was still lying there quietly. Everything just now was just a dream.
When I woke up from the dream, naturally there was nothing left...
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OK, the novel I wrote will be updated directly, right? The 'wedge' above contains a bit of a knife, so don't worry about it. I'm not very good at writing about knives, so just spray it lightly ~ spray lightly ~. My writing is not very good, so you can just watch and make suggestions, and I will improve. Since the author is a student, I update every Monday, and the number of chapters is uncertain. I will update like crazy during the summer vacation! ! ! Thank you for your willingness to read "Drunken Flower Yin" written by me!
Concept: the protagonist's love, hatred and hatred
