Update status: The first three volumes have been updated, and the main text has been suspended. Extras will be updated as the occasion demands, probably about the daily life of Yucun. [Original work style | Plot flow] [bg, HE] [The first volume hardly involves the plot of the original work. It unfolds from various elements such as business, troupe, tomb robbing adventure, etc. To show the daily life and stories of the Seven Flowers Thief before he appears. Mainly focused on adventure, trying to pick up where the dog left off... Feelings are fermenting but extremely slow to heat up. The second volume is an expansion and extension of the two abbreviated stories in the original work, occasionally interspersed with conversation and laughter, which is more relaxed. The third volume is mainly in line with the plot of the original work, from Qionglong to the Zhang family ancient building. It is to be determined whether a self-created main story will be added in the front. The fourth volume is also in line with the original work, Sand Sea and Restart. The reboot part will have to wait until the physical book comes out. It's hard to say when. Jiang Ke was tired of socializing and couldn't help but sigh: "How did you get through it?" Xie Yuchen sat in the passenger seat, leaned back leisurely, played with his mobile phone, and said: "It won't be so difficult if you alienate yourself into someone like them." Jiang Ke sighed. After a long silence, he said: "You are different from them. You have never been the same kind of people, and you will never be the same in the future." Xie Yuchen smiled and said, "It sounds like you know me very well." He said that people have many faces, and you can never completely understand another person. Jiang Ke had a dream that day. In the dream, Jie Yuchen kept tearing off the human skin mask in front of the mirror. Each one showed his face until the blood flowed from behind his ears and he couldn't tear it off anymore. He looked at Jiang Ke through the mirror and said, "Look, this is my face." It wasn't until much later that Jiang Ke understood what he meant that day. The flower in the mirror and the moon in the water, one can be seen but cannot be touched, while the other breaks when touched, they are a perfect match. This story is to commemorate the impermanent fate of those who are like the moon and flowers, waxing and waning, blooming and falling several times.
Intention: I am afraid that the flowers will fall asleep late at night, so I burn a high candle to illuminate the red makeup.
