“The living know he is dead, yet still deceive themselves,
believing he is living well somewhere in a corner of the world.”
She counted the sixty-fifth year since his death.
On a cold, rainy night in late autumn, she saw the springtime of Jinling. A person in that spring reached out to her slowly,
and asked, “Will you come home?”
The old friend of years past stood firm, walking through apricot blossoms and pear-blossom rain in the heart of spring,
but never made it to the end of the alley to see her with snow-white hair.
PS: 1. Set in the Republic of China era. This story is not contracted, is short, and will be updated whenever inspiration strikes. I just wanted to indulge in the era's atmosphere and tragic characters.
2. I've tried to make the background as historically accurate as possible. Angels, please feel free to point out any mistakes~
I haven't seen this kind of article for a long time. It's very well written! ! I will definitely continue to pursue it, come on, come on! ! !
Great article! Wait for more updates! Big cheers for the author!
Don't abandon the trap, big deal