When the sky lit up, I felt extremely sad.
History will not favor the dead, because only those who are alive have hope of moving on. It was so hard to be so majestic in the past, but it couldn't be compared to "he is dead".
So everyone dug the hole according to the farmer's native method - even if the man put countless beautiful and luxurious words in his suicide note - he hastily sent him to the hole at dawn and filled it with soil.
Before the last shovel fell on his face, I rushed into the crowd with Xiaoxiao, and the crowd dispersed.
Crouching over that beautiful face and looking down, I couldn't help but frown: "I'm leading Xiaoxiao away. I hope you won't be a fool in the next life. I wish you..."
"Meow..."
"You will never be reincarnated."
Concept: A story about a cat that strays into the human world