The public did not cross the river, but the public actually crossed the river.
This troubled world is a river of blood and tears.
My name is He Feng.
He is the "Shuai He" of the world, but he is only the "father" of me.
He raised me in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, taught me how to read and digit, and taught me how to penetrate the head with a bullet.
Build a cage of gold and jade for me, treating me as private property that cannot be stained with dust and mud.
I once thought that throughout my life, I would either die from his imprisonment or die from the karma of patricide.
Until the iron hooves of foreigners trample the mountains and rivers to pieces,
I saw him turn around, his back to me, facing the huge waves.
He said: I will take care of the dirty hands, and you can take the clean road.
At that moment I was shocked to realize that I hated him and was afraid of him, but I was even more afraid that there would be no more him in this world.
——Cross the river, cross the river!
What we are crossing is the river of hatred between the country and the family, and it is also the river of unethical and deep affection.
The ferry horn sounds, we sink together and cross the river together.
The Dark Predator and the Iron-Blooded Hero He Shiqiu × the growing returning young man He Feng
Last year, from the first perspective (He Feng), I tried to write some plans to save the nation from the perspective of the Republic of China.
The previous post was taken down elsewhere, so I'll try to rewrite it and repost it.
Purpose: There is true love in troubled times