You never know how you entered a dream. Maybe I can call it a dream. Is the seemingly progressive idea left to me by my parents just a constraint to me? "Mo"... When I heard someone call me that again, I was confused about everything in front of me. Is this my dream or the vacancy in my heart that I am trying to fill.
My name is Xun Qingqiu, I am 17 years old. Today is the winter solstice, and I have not yet taken off the red whisk. Her mother said that her entanglement with Hong Fu began on the night of the winter solstice when she was 17 years old. In fact, I don't have many memories of my mother. I only read them from her diary later. They said that my mother was an intellectual woman who came back from studying abroad and understood the justice of the nation. But why, all I felt was the sad and sad struggle.
They said that my father was a handsome young man with a well-educated family background.
They said my mother loved my father very much.
They said that I should not have entered the pear garden.
My father said that life is like a play. If you don't become a madman, you won't survive.
My mother said that that year, the winter solstice...
"Start to code some words casually to train my Chinese proficiency that is about to deteriorate. I will update it from time to time, depending on my mood.
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