He still dreams about her occasionally. Pointed chin, stubborn eyes. The hem of the white cotton skirt was wet with a large mass of ink, like an ink lotus in the light.
He met her accidentally. Singing in a bar and running around in the workplace. The pointed chin and stubborn eyes are just like Mo Lian's shadow, but he is gentler than her, tougher than her, and braver than her to take on and face...
This is a contradictory story. Some of its fragments are as real as everyone's most cherished memory, and perhaps as nihilistic as the intertwining of light and shadow, so illusory that it makes people sneer at it.
It reflects our understanding of emotions, blind yet sober, beautiful yet realistic, fragile yet powerful.
After a fierce collision, there is always something that settles in everyone's heart.
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The author himself feels that this is a story suitable for reading late at night, when the rationality during the day retreats and the sensibility comes into play at night. This is also a story I completed late at night. I hope that friends who read the article can experience the helpless and vague past in the light music.
Finally, I would like to thank all my friends who come here to read the article for their support. It is you who give me the motivation to move forward.
This is my first time writing an article, thank you all for your support! !
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