The waves of the sculls are flat, and the green mountains are locked on the shore. You go home and I go home, telling you how to live.
I won't think about it. Don't think about me. I can give your past and my heart to others.
These were the words on the last classmate record he gave me.
I never answered. Ren Jiu shamelessly pestered him, and then, maybe suddenly he thought about it, but by then, we had become strangers.
Kong Xiangming,
Yes.
Conception: