Nirvana in Fire: The Rising Sun

Damn it, the first time we met was like this. In fact, I quite understand Chongyang's resentment towards his brother. I regard you as the only one and you regard me as one of them. However, I can't say that you did something wrong, so I can only vent my resentment on the instigator, Emperor Liang. I sincerely feel that Chongyang is more pitiful than my brother. My brother only remembers the 70,000 soldiers who died in Meiling, but he did forget his close relatives who died in Jinling. It's not that he has forgotten, but it's just because he didn't experience it personally, so it's not so unforgettable. After all, the battle of Meiling is the hell that my brother has personally experienced, and the hell of Chongyang is Jinling. I hope there will be some sweet and heartwarming extras before all the tragedy begins.

I'm afraid you don't know what sweet means, death stare

There are no young people here——To the Double Ninth Festival You wrote about a person who was born in the 17th year of Zhenping. The rising sun rises in the east, and the morning light appears. There is a young man in red clothes, Lang Mo, with his hair untied, leaning on the bed, drinking wine with his wrist raised and feeling free and romantic, while a pear tree blows down beside him. Are you smiling? Then why is there such boundless coldness in these eyes. How are you doing? Then why are the wine, sex, wealth and wealth all gone by your side, leaving only a painful and vengeful body? There was a play that year, which started lively in Jinling. That day you went to visit the graves and paid homage to thousands of heroes with three glasses of wine. I saw you solemnly said - Cold food during the Qingming Festival must be sacrificed by all the kings. When it's over, I'll come back and have a drink with you all. Double Ninth Festival, Double Ninth Festival, do you have your share of these three glasses of wine? Did you already see your ending when you were planning it? Above the court situation, undercurrents are surging. You seem to be just a wealthy and idle person living a leisurely life, but in fact you are careful and considerate of everything. The pain of boiling blood, painstaking efforts to make medicine. After eleven years, change to a future where the truth is revealed, and a future where the people you love the most are alive, even if you are destined to not be in that future. This is a complete tragedy. Speaking of this, I am actually gay friends with the author of this (real) stepmother, and we communicated a lot during the writing of this book. Basically, I would be responsible for chatting with her when she got stuck. One time after I listened to her idea, I said: I think your son is a bit miserable when you do this. Her: Yes, I think it's okay. I guarantee that they will get what they want in the end and everyone will be happy! Me:... Really? Until now, I'm tired of watching the ending. God got what you wanted, your trust value with me is already negative. Back to the novel. About the Double Ninth Festival. My gay friends and I have always called him Little Angel of the Double Ninth Festival in private, because I really think he is a very pure and dazzling person. It's not that he can shine like a Pika Pika, but he just has a strange charm, like a thin candle that insists on lighting up the surroundings at night, even if it burns him to pieces. He groped in the darkness for a truth. Chongyang, carrying hope and despair, walks on the border between black and white. How can a person be willing to endure all the grievances and pains for a long time, and then use everything he has to exchange for a happy tomorrow? Revealing the truth has become everything in his life, and this incident has become his only connection with the beauty of his childhood. Everything Chongyang did was for this purpose, and this was his guideline. When I saw Chongyang jumping down from the city wall without any hesitation, I sighed and felt that I was not surprised at the same time. Is this considered martyrdom in another sense? He used the power of the people to suppress the battle, so that everyone in the world could learn from it, and finally died in exchange for a clear sky. Truly and honestly, Chi Yan was given an opportunity to reverse his past. So what if the emperor doesn't want to overturn the verdict? So what? I remember when my gay friend started writing, she clenched her fists and was ambitious: I must make the sect leader happy! ! Let's look at the past now, which we can't bear to look back on... If living to the dawn of time is considered happiness, then the sect leader must have gotten the happiest thing in the world (kneeling down tiredly). It has been nineteen years since Lin Xu came to this world. It seems that the frail and sick body he was born with indicates that this child will have a difficult life. Except for a few short years of childhood, Lin Xu has experienced all kinds of hardships in the world. This journey in this world is full of pain. Perhaps such a colorful exit is the most suitable ending for him, allowing him to leave the strongest shadow in everyone's memory. It's just a pity that when you leave when you are still a teenager, I will never see your crowning coming of age ceremony. If all these things had not happened, would you have grown up to be the king of Beijing, riding horses through the streets and looking wanton? ... It's just a pity that there will be no Double Ninth Festival in the world from now on.

Lonely existence forgets oneself, do you still ask if it is sweet?

I couldn't help crying. Tears are worthless555555

Wow - it's so sweet that I cry, woo woo woo

So sweet, so sweet that I want to hit the author

? It's so sweet, (▼plate▼) I suspect this is retaliation against society. (╥╥)

Today is the Double Ninth Festival. I just finished reading this article without realizing it. What a fate.

I'm actually quite happy without a brother... Look, just having a dream about having a brother made me wet the pillow with tears... I feel so sad