Queen Tianjing Apologizes

Copywriting My name is Getong. Three years after Yinbenchuan left, I became a lawyer. The kind that specializes in cyber violence lawsuits. There is no noble reason. I just want to understand - what price do those people who type "AIDS warning" across the screen have to pay so that the next Yinbenchuan can live one more morning. I wrote this book in a diary style, posted it on the platform, with fictitious labels. I don't know why I wrote it. This is tantamount to exposing my own scars, but if I don't write it, who will remember him? If I don't write, how will I survive? If I don't write, I won't be able to reach the age of 60 when I don't agree to him… On the day the first chapter was released, someone commented: "It's so fake. No one would apologize overnight." I replied to him: "It's fake." When the second chapter was posted, someone asked: "So who do you want to see when you write this?" I didn't reply. Just write down—— As I wrote, my hands stopped on the keyboard for twenty minutes while he fell into my arms. Then I continued to write: about how he managed to survive when the lights in the rescue room were on for seventeen hours, about the scenery of the ancient town's river and stone bridge with him, about the old woman selling water chestnuts who presented a bag of water chestnuts, and about the bowl of soy milk with two spoons of sugar that he didn't have time to drink in the end. Write that he came to life. The online violence is over. It was written that when he was sixty years old, we were still together, watching the tide wash away two sets of footprints at the beach. I know this isn't right. I know that in the real version, he didn't come back to life. The river in the ancient town took away his ashes and went to an unknown place together with his mother. But in the book, in this world that I wrote down one by one in a prescription pad, he was sitting next to me, peeling water chestnuts, and asked me, "Getong, do you want to drink soy milk tomorrow morning?" This book is fake. But Yinbenchuan is real. Every word he ever wrote was true. The heart he took out and put on the table to be stepped on was true. I am sitting here now, facing the computer, typing "he is still alive" into the screen over and over again, and it is true. I decided to write it to the end. I wrote that when he was sixty years old, we were still together. There was a wind blowing from the beach, and the scar on his right eye glowed a very light pink in the sun. I walked over with two cups of soy milk, sat down next to him, and said, "I added two spoons of sugar." He took it, took a sip, looked up at the sea, and said, "Getong, I seem to be able to write again." I wrote a good ending for him in the book. Because in reality, he didn't wait. --- ⚠️ Demining: diary style/first person/ending HE is fictional but can be read as he, and fictional ending can be regarded as real ending/reality BE/suffering death/the whole book is a fantasy and reminiscence of attack/very knife/ Purpose: Resist online violence