"Silver Bell"
There was a blue mark on his wrist.
I knocked on the door thirty years ago, but the door didn't open. He has been waiting for thirty years for someone who will never come back.
He wears a silver bell.
I picked it up from the snow six years ago. There was blood on the bell. I tied it to my wrist and it rang for six years. Later, someone took it off, tied it back to a child's wrist, and tied it with three knots.
The man said: My mother tied three knots to keep her safe.
——Now it's your turn.
He looked down at his empty wrist.
The bruises are still there.
For the first time in thirty years, someone took it off for him.
He didn't say thank you.
He was just thinking: This bell is tied with three knots.
To keep him safe.
It is better to ensure that he walks out from the door thirty years ago.
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He hated him for six years. Later, he stabbed the sword into the man's chest three inches, but it could not go down anymore.
Not forgiveness. It was he who discovered that this person had never avoided him.
Not six years ago. Not after six years.
He didn't hide from that door thirty years ago.
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On the night when the family was destroyed, Shen Jinghong hid in a dry well. Looking out from the stone crack at the wellhead, he saw the man standing by the well for a quarter of an hour.
He didn't bow his head or leave.
Six years later he asked: What are you waiting for.
The man said: Wait until you hate me.
What he didn't say was——
He also waited for thirty years.
Wait for a door that will never open again.
Wait for a person named Qiong Hua to hand out the bell that cannot be tied back through the crack in the door.
Concept: The boundary between love and hate is often in an instant. "