Thirteen years ago, there was a heavy rain that lasted for three days.
Thirteen years later, the medal that fell into the dark long ago will be dug up again.
It symbolizes bravery, riding on the huge waves in the thick smoke and fire, shining brightly.
The medal of the brave, the honor of the brave.
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I always wake up in the middle of the night.
In the past, it was a cry, and the fangs and claws bound me, and I couldn't escape.
They said it was a nightmare.
Now, there will be empty and misty tears, and cold evil thoughts falling on the face.
I'm afraid.
I always indulge in midnight.
The shadow that I miss, linger on, is right in front of me.
It twisted and twisted, and finally it was tall enough to cover my body, condensing into a half-circle.
This half of the ring is a broken ring, and I feel that there should be another half in a corner that I don't know.
I can't find him. I can't help myself.
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Thanks again to everyone who read the article! ! !
I just wrote the book out of random thoughts, but actually I don't have a detailed idea of how to proceed next. The plot line of this book is so good that I cried without tears... If the writing is not there, and the IQ is not there, let's just treat it as a little writing practice.
I try to post a new chapter every half month, damn, life on campus is always endless suffering QAQ
Purpose: life