Feed me for five years in exchange for your life.
Lock the bottom of my stove and lend you luck.
Thirteen years later, the cement cracked.
It's not life-threatening, I just want you to listen.
My name is Nian An. Do you remember?
What happens to people after they die? Some people turned into ashes, some turned into soil, and some people turned into the name that couldn't be scraped out of the stove after thirteen years of scraping.
Question for readers - If no one ever remembers you, have you really lived?
Ps: This is just my personal OC-related narrative. I have also been practicing painting recently. The pictures should be released on other platforms soon ~ I really want to draw some heartwarming extras.
The article is only published in Jinjiang. Please do not reprint it to other novel platforms without authorization.
Writing is just a hobby, not a professional writer, please be tolerant! Thanks so much for watching too! !
Purpose: It is better to burn incense to the gods and Buddhas than to the forgotten people.
A person has lived only when he is remembered.