"I want to fill up half a plate of ink on a twinkling starry night, raise my pen and point it at the night sky, leaving your mottled ink marks in the starry sky;
I want to be on a bright stage, wearing a costume, waving my sleeves to brush your cheek, and planting a gentle kiss on your face;
I want to be under the flames of war, wrapped in wedding clothes outside plain clothes, facing the smoke and fire, and worship with you once to heaven and earth, second to the prosperous age, and third to life and death. "
Scholar's attack & actor's attack
I would like to dedicate this article to Cheng Dieyi forever.
"The small building still looks the same as before, but there is no Cheng Dieyi in the world."
The scenes that I thought were amazing eventually became clichés.
Give you everything, like a terminal illness,
Betrayal sprouts in every soft spot in memory,
Forgive until there is no way around it. ——Aunt Er's "Xiao Zha from Heather"
2018 New Year greetings, short story, half-length.
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Jiang Rumo, Cheng Weirui.
Taken from "Who shares the country like ink." And "The bright lights wrinkle your eyebrows."
It's a short story written for fun. If you're waiting for it to be finished, you can check out the car on Weibo.
This Jinjiang number has been cancelled.
There are only short stories, so don't pay attention.
Thank you for liking it.
At the end of June 2018, Jinjiang's new account was announced.
Conception: