Seven years ago, his name was not Lin Ling, he was not mutilated, and he made waves in the world with two King Wu's hundred-gold killing hooks in his hands.
Seven years later, he had this name, a mutilated body, fell silent, and chose to love and be loved.
I chose to write a story that spans ten years, taking three clips from Lin Ling's seventeenth to twenty-seventh year.
In these ten years, he lost everything and gained everything.
However, I also remained silent for seven years before I started writing this story. Everything is no longer what it was originally.
Bury the hero's bones. Sing a song to the sky, not about farewell. When I wake up from the dream, no one asks me about it, and I only see the remaining snow on thousands of mountains. The second and third sons, Mo Yan, are dead. Taking the cup and pouring it, the same old acquaintance is felt. Between death and life, I only feel that my heart is like iron. Slowly drink hatred, let's talk.
Young people know how to be devastated. When he was in his prime, he did not talk about big plans, but talked about romance. Listening to the rain, the bow of the boat smiles for you. Who cares about the solitary lamp going on and off? Druidly watching, who stole the national hook? This song is long and full of songs, but at the end of the song I am lazy to pay homage to the prince. Before the wine is over, he laughs at the hero.
Only the bright moon can see everything
Unlocked.
The person who was the first to tag this article as Time Travel, I wish you can eat instant noodles without seasoning packets in the future.
Antecedent: The dream breaks in Jiangnan. A hundred years later, the aftermath. The years are leading, the wind is blowing.
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Concept: A story about a bitter male protagonist and a bad woman that I imagined when I was a child!