Even though time has passed by, I still remember that year, three Zen words led me to the point of no return.
Closing my eyes, images from the past surged into my eyes. In the cave, the plain seven-star talisman kept emerging from the adoptive father's chest. Qingshui Town, lanterns hanging high at the entrance of Luntai. Under the locust tree, Xuanfa's body sat upright. Miao Jiang, the first time I met Liao Lan, that stubborn and indifferent child, who has been tied to me for the rest of my life, and Li Ya, who screamed at me while she was bleeding and would protect her...
Many years later, when I returned to the valley of my childhood, pear blossoms fell on the ends of my hair and eyebrows, just like the pear blossoms I wore back then. Just as I said at that time, the flowers fell into rain. The grave under the tree has long since disappeared, and the boy who was fifteen years old will never come back.
Maybe everything is just like what Liancheng said, there are some things that we need to learn to forget.
But I saw that the road I came from was deserted.
It can't be regarded as a love story, it's mainly a step-by-step accumulation of suspense.
Even in the moment closest to the truth, I was scarred...