She was originally a little dancing girl who fell in love with a little mute who was kind to her. She thought that her life would be spent spending time with him day and night.
He was originally the hostage of a ruined country, and he was willing to endure hardships and survive, thinking that he could protect her for the rest of his life.
They had seen each other in the most embarrassing state. If they have no money to buy food, they will beg together on the street, and they will eat every meal together; if they have no place to stay, they will fight with vicious dogs, and they will keep each other warm in the kennel together, which is also the romance of the poor. Their dream is very simple: to get a small house, have food every day, have a few naughty children, and live happily ever after.
Later, he was able to restore the country's prestige and protect the safety of all the people, but he could not protect her. She was able to have enough food and clothing, and became a master and proud, but from then on, she was thousands of miles away from him, and it was difficult to see her again.
People are entangled in the world, who can be alone? People who play chess are also pawns of fate. What is the reason for suffering? Life is like chess but not chess, so how can it be said that it is either black or white? But they are all poor people. After a hundred years, the loess will be scratched, and the ink marks will be a lifetime.
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This story was conceived from junior high school to college. The story gradually became clear to me over the years, but I never finished it. There are too many things you want to express, but it becomes a resistance to writing and makes it difficult to complete. It is normal to give up on writing. But if I don't write it down, I'll always feel like it's stuck in my throat and I have to spit it out. The article may be updated from time to time, with deletions, deletions, and drawings. If you want to read it, just browse it occasionally.
This is my story tree hole, and you are my silent listeners.
Concept: There is only one kind of heroism in the world