(Lotus Lantern/Detective Conan Fan Fiction) Thinking of You, or Not

The pit is deep. Stretch your hands in front of your eyes, A little shimmer can be seen on the nails. Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat. So I hugged my knees tightly, The group sat at the bottom of the pit, Look up at a 45-degree angle. Legend has it that this gesture , you can see the updated light . All are telling of the renewed light, I think it neither belongs to today, Nor does it belong to tomorrow, It only appears when it should appear, Stay where it should stay, For a short moment, a faint white light, Come and warm the dark bottom of the pit, And illuminate everyone's hope. So they said that yesterday, today, Tomorrow... Legends are floating around every corner. "Are you new here?" Someone asked me this. "Yes!" "You looked good climbing down!" I think she is praising me. I am always like this, crawling from one pit to another. I'm used to climbing, so I'm very skilled at it. "Climb out together and take a breath?" She invited me like this. "No, thank you!" I was tired from climbing and wanted to rest at the bottom of this pit. There are pits on the ground at any time. If you climb out, you don't know which step ahead you will fall into. I looked up at the way she crawled out , step by step towards hope , step by step towards the bottom of the pit, There is numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone went out, Someone came in again. "Hello!" "Hello!" "Is it comfortable to squat?" "My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!" "Lie down!" "Are you going out too?" "Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit!" You see, people can never give up hope. So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the hole. Crawling requires such a posture , hands on the ground, knees on the ground, This is really not a pleasant posture, But while crawling, my eyes were infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, I looked at every place over and over again, Like a cow chewing its cud, chewing every word again and again. I have forgotten the first taste, what I am waiting for is tomorrow's food, I am a fish with its head raised, constantly devouring, never stopping, until the day the food suffocates me to death. But I use it more The posture of 'squatting' is immersed in the blood. The posture engraved in the bones, this is the posture I keep looking up, This is a 45-degree posture toward the sky. It is said that there is a creature called a bird in the sky, They come and go freely and are never bound, Their wings are spread and their bodies are light. I think they must not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting , creation is too discriminating against them, It's hard to imagine what fun they have in being alive. Maybe one day you will meet me squatting at the bottom of the pit, I look up to the sky and cry in the wind; maybe one day, You will meet me crawling around, with long hair and quilt, Nails fall off. Climb towards you step by step, passing my hand through your black hair, My resentment passes through your network cable. Do you know who I am? Please reprint it. [Well, this is transferred from the hands of a certain rape flower TX, please feel free to transfer it, and it is dedicated to every author who opens a hole but does not fill it]

I don't feel depressed when I read the article every day. Now I don't think it's good. I call for more articles.

It's very good, the text is fluent, and what's even more rare is the author's grand layout. Even though it's very long, it's still coherent.

This is Maomao, the best Zhan Zhao in the world

Not responsible for other people's faults

I'm going to focus on Jiao Enjun. It's so cheating to chase after him. I might as well change my clothes.

Jian Duwen's great love ~ please update!

Hong Jin Long Ji We are quite fond of the original work, but why did we have to tear it down +

I thought there wouldn't be any more updates, but suddenly I found that there were more updates. Look at the date, it's almost a month again, when is the next time?

Can I say that I really like Pang Ji in the article? . . On the contrary, Xi Shuixiang is just so-so