Another Story of the Grandson of Nurarihyon

I believe that by the time Rikuo has the ability to become a third-generation target, it will be a dozen years at the earliest and a few decades at the most. The carp companion will come to the underworld to pick up Shanchui. At that time, Lu Sheng will take over those responsibilities from Li Ban, and Li Ban will finally feel lighter and can finally follow his heart for once. When Shanbuki died in front of him again, he already wanted to leave with her, but responsibility held him back. He no longer wants to live. Carp companion, please wait a little longer and endure it longer. When the day comes when the responsibility is transferred, the hypocrisy and moral binding imposed on you by the Nuliang Group will no longer bind you. You will be together and support each other throughout your life.

In fact, I have been hesitating for a long time. I have watched this article evolve from more than 30 chapters to now. I have revised the long review several times and then given up. It has been kept in my hand and has not been published. If I say something, it always feels too inappropriate. This article is like snow, quiet and cold, with warm soil hidden underneath. As a reader, if you don't write a review based on your own ability, it will be like a noisy crow in the tree, destroying the beauty of the picture. However, it is still too lonely. This kind of loneliness shines through the back of each chapter, which always makes people feel depressed. There are only a few people who read it, and there will also be a few people who write it. So what I wrote throughout this article is just my wishful thinking and self-satisfaction. [Perhaps every man has had two women like this, at least two. Marry a red rose, and over time, the red one will become a smear of mosquito blood on the wall, while the white one will remain "the bright moonlight in front of the bed." If you marry a white rose, the white one will become a rice stick on your clothes, and the red one will become a cinnabar mole on your heart. When Zhang Ailing wrote this sentence in 1944, she was still in her 20s. She was once so desperate that she resisted the secular world and stood with the married husband Hu Lancheng. However, love is ever-changing like the clouds in the sky. She lost first to time and then to human nature. ——They used to love each other so much. It is actually very difficult to insist on reading this article. Young readers have not realized that there is confusion in the slight regret; in the eyes of readers who have passed through the years, everything that is ordinary is so weeping, and there is no longer any language when reading, but only silence. Xin Qiji wrote "Ugly Nuer: The Middle Wall of Shubo Mountain Road": "Young people don't know the feeling of sorrow and fall in love with the upper floors." Fall in love with the upper floors. In order to compose new words, I forcefully express my sorrow. Now that I know all the sorrow, I want to stop talking. If you want to say it, give it up. But it was a cool autumn day. The love of a young man is like a strong glass of wine, a reunion at the most beautiful time. Only the joy of youth today never thinks about tomorrow. Those simple and hot moments are burning with raging fire, and the beauty of life is squandered. The mountain flowers are so bright, like fireworks on a summer night. What hurts the most is not hatred, but love, just as what hurts the most is not romance, but ordinary. Through the spring, summer, autumn and winter, they ate alone and slept alone. No one could survive without the other. Many promises made to each other were ruined beyond recognition in the face of reality. She and he stopped speaking out, neither expressed love nor tenderness. Those distances span time, life and death, and another woman and child. She and he both just want each other to be alive and well, and they want nothing in this world. It is most difficult to lose weight and be kind to a beautiful woman. Since ancient times, beauties have always been lucky. People who love each other are both happy and unhappy. They can risk their lives for each other and break their bones to pieces. Even if they are hurt a little bit, they are not willing to inflict it on each other. But this is in vain to consider the mood of others. In the relatively wordless silence every time they meet, sorrow is always retributive, like hedgehogs gathering together to keep each other warm, and the needles prick the flesh and blood. When you look back, you will find that the old things that you thought had scabbed long ago have become a hole in your heart, supporting the most distant conscience in the world, Yu Yu walked alone. ——They still love each other, but they are no longer together. Growth is generally like this: first learn to lose, then learn to regret, and finally learn to be strong and cherish. Wakana is Koiban's salvation, Otome was once too, but no longer. She is the nail that has been driven into the wall of the heart over time, and the first touch of red on the picture scroll. Koiban stands outside the window, with thousands of mountains covered with snow, and there is no trace of her growing old together. If Li Bian was still a boy, he would leave everything behind and take the mountain away, but he is already a man, and a man's shoulders will always bear responsibilities. This is the price of growth - those impulsive blood and magma cooled together, solidifying into warm thick soil. Yamabuki is innocent, and so is Wakana. There is no best solution in the world, and nothing can defeat time. Therefore, in the limited time, you must live loyally to your heart for the things you cherish. Yamabuki Hana couldn't wait. Otome only wanted Koiban to stay far away from her and live safely, but Koiban couldn't let go. How dare he let go of those hands again. The world is impermanent and the past cannot be changed. Despite this, I still hope for a future where everyone can find an outlet for happiness. This is the story of red roses. I touched my heart, hoping to remove the cinnabar mole and put it in my palm. Like Yamabuki, bloom again.

Alas, this is the point in the original Nidaime story that makes people feel uncomfortable. Obviously all three of them are right...

That's great, it's one of the few fanfics that is not OOC but is also very beautifully written! Worth repainting

I am looking for a similar Lichui article. I have been searching for several hours but I can't find one of the same level. The best length is similar to this article.

N brush, I still cried for a long time

My wife's writing is so good. When will the ending be added? I want to see sweet daily love life!!!

It's almost over but my wife gave up [tears]

The writing is really good. Yamabuki hopes that Liban will be happy, even if this happiness is not given by her. However, Liban cannot get over the pain of losing Shanbuki from the beginning to the end. Even if he wants to start a new life and try to save himself, he still can't let go.

I've actually swiped it many times, it looks great