The Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties have always been my favorite period. No matter whether people did good or wrong, they did it with true nature and no pretense. I have conceived the idea of countless gods, but I gave it to Xiao Xie for the first time.
But for your sake, I still ponder it.
When Ke'er was born, I was only five years old. Because of my good memory and ability to write some articles, the clan respected me, the third son of the Xie Chong family, and my reputation as a child prodigy spread from person to person.
The memory of studying with Ke'er and Xie Hui when I was young is a rare place of peace in my heart. At that time,
Ke'er just likes Cao Zijian's poems and essays.
Xie Hui was still just wielding swords and guns.
In the blink of an eye, his parents passed away, and Xie Hui joined Liu Yu. Ke'er and I are no longer just cousins. I don't know when, the feelings that entangled us can no longer be cut off.
He often said to me,
"Third brother, you don't understand me."
I hurt him and betrayed him twice. He was in pain for me but still begged Sima Dewen to let me go.
Just when I thought he could never leave me for the rest of his life, he resolutely got on Xie Hui's horse and left me without looking back.
Like morning dew, it will be more painful every day when it goes away.
Since there will be many hardships in the past, it is better to go back. I still remember that year in the Yuan Dynasty, I held the young him with a smile as bright as a flower.
Another semi-clear water slightly sadistic modern article: "The North at Dawn" (completed)
Another ancient micro-abuse article "Chen Mo"
"BL Micro-Novel Collection" (a work of chaos and convulsions)
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