Dreams are like smoke, and the past is complicated and entangled. Which one is right and which one is wrong?
The body is like floating dust, and the blood of today's grudges is just reluctance.
In the memory of the old year, the tinkering is like a cover, and the laughter comes unexpectedly. Having children and grandchildren around him became the only thing he wanted at that time. He just wanted to be ordinary, to be unarmed and return to his fields, and to be free from the world.
"Shen Congrong, how can I, Xiao Liyu, be a woman and child who is content with the mountains and rivers! This child..." She remained silent and took away their five-year-old child without finishing her words.
"If you leave today, don't look back!" The final warning was extinguished by the woman's gentle smile. He couldn't understand the faint watery light, he only wanted to betray his love.
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"Joining the army is a childish and innocent thing. After all..." He interrupted his only close friend's words and glanced coldly at his "son" who had just passed his age.
"Uncle Xu, drive him out!"
"Master, that child has been kneeling outside the house for many days!" The outsider was worried and shaken in his heart, so he rolled up his sleeves and strode into the back hall.
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"Brush..." The young man's white clothes were stained with blood, his vision was blurred, but he was just silent and frowning. The shadow of the whip flies and falls behind me, day after day, year after year.
Just thinking about Weihe is so clear in your mind? It's impossible to talk about the past. Is it really fate?
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The lonely tomb is thousands of miles away and the flute is dim. At the end, Shen Cihuan, in the vast world, had she ever had a home...
This is the end of the literary version. In fact, they are just a scumbag father and a scumbag mother who did not go offline to form a group to torture children╮(╯_╰)╭ Then~hehe~
Piece. . . I'm currently revising the article, and the last paragraph will be overhauled. . . Please wait a moment TAT