Wen Jishi died because his glands were peeled off and the wound became inflamed.
Song Ci knelt in front of Wen Jishi's grave, crying and asking Wen Jishi to come back.
"Why why? Why doesn't anyone know about Wen Jishi? Why? My brother Wen is obviously so good..."
"I love you... I love you! Come back, come back"
God seemed to be moved by this tragic love. Heavy raindrops fell. Song Ci moved her lips, looked at Wen Jishi on the tombstone and muttered in a low voice: "It really hurts..."
Three years passed in the blink of an eye. Song Ci stared at the round glutinous rice balls in the pot with red eyes.
"Brother Wen, I think you made the glutinous rice balls..."
I want to write a novel to commemorate Wen Jishi. After all, as long as a thousand people read the novel, then my brother Wen will come alive in the hearts of those thousand people...
Every leaf has its place, and when it falls, it will eventually compose an intoxicating poem. The sun shone through the gaps in the leaves and shone on an open diary in dappled patterns. There is a sentence written neatly on it
"Wen Jishi, I'm here to find you."
Remember to prepare glutinous rice balls for me
abo short essay
1. I'm too lazy to name the supporting characters. Anyway, they're just... Weird.
2. Buddhist writing
3. Any similarity is purely coincidental.
Intention:?