"Listen, this is not the sound of rain, it is the sound of killing in Xianyang."
He and the book boy beside him stood quietly in the rain. Every time he looked at the rain, he would say something that made the book boy beside him feel a little confused...
He has no name. Rather than saying that he has no name, it is better to say that he does not want to remember. He has told strange people and strange things that the world does not know, so others say that he is a storyteller, but he knows that he is actually a listener...
"You're lying! I'm obviously creating a prosperous world for you, why do you want to leave?"
He did not answer, he did not look back, because that so-called prosperous age was deeply buried in his heart, and no dynasty could replace it...