Preface:
Some things simply flow naturally. Why force them onto the page at a particular time?
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Even today, I can still picture Nicky sitting by the river, his melancholy eyes fixed on the slow current of the Huluktu Border River.
He said tomorrow's mission was to swim across it.
I was unmoved. By then, we were already used to doing that.
Then he said he thought he was in love.
To my immature ears, it sounded like he was about to throw a candy-wrapped bomb at me. I stood up and moved farther away from him because my heart was pounding too hard.
But then I heard him say, “That person is on the other side of the border river.”
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The way he said it reminded me of my father. When I was six, Dad had told me in the same tone that he was born on the other side of the border river.
Their eyes held the same longing, or perhaps yearning. For many years, I couldn't shake the question of what lay beyond that border: the forest, the towns behind it, the plains beyond the towns, and the great cities on those plains. What magic did those places hold, that every man I loved would spend his life gazing toward them?
Why don't you write it? What's the story behind the heroine? I'm curious.
The previous articles in this article are really beautiful. Why didn't you write it?
Keep going, bisexuality is so exciting.
This kind of article feels familiar to me. . 😂
That feeling of being a bystander😂
I came to see if the fall was still no one. It seems that you only have me as your goddaughter.
The story of the protagonist is not over yet. At the end of what you said, she jumped into the Hubutu River, but I think she did not die because she could swim. She left a way out for herself. The transition zone between life and death was a bit painful, so she lived because of people's instinct to survive. Maybe she was a little afraid that her soul would be restless after death. In fact, she didn't know if there was a soul after death, but she was afraid of seeing the world after death. If there was a soul, she would have to continue to endure loneliness and see the pain of her loved ones, so she made sure that in case she chose to live.
So she became a person like Bei Xinmiao. Her relatives all had their own families, but she was still alone. No one noticed her abnormality, but she had to try her best to hide her normality in order not to be sent to a lunatic asylum.
Let the things hidden in the darkest corner of your heart be buried. If stopping is the most correct choice, we don't have to force the author to understand...
That's all, they have all fallen into the long river of time.
She knew the new life I was looking forward to, at the end of that gray road.
Why don't you write it? What's the story behind the heroine? I'm curious.
The previous articles in this article are really beautiful. Why didn't you write it?
Keep going, bisexuality is so exciting.
This kind of article feels familiar to me. . 😂 That feeling of being a bystander😂
I came to see if the fall was still no one. It seems that you only have me as your goddaughter.
The story of the protagonist is not over yet. At the end of what you said, she jumped into the Hubutu River, but I think she did not die because she could swim. She left a way out for herself. The transition zone between life and death was a bit painful, so she lived because of people's instinct to survive. Maybe she was a little afraid that her soul would be restless after death. In fact, she didn't know if there was a soul after death, but she was afraid of seeing the world after death. If there was a soul, she would have to continue to endure loneliness and see the pain of her loved ones, so she made sure that in case she chose to live. So she became a person like Bei Xinmiao. Her relatives all had their own families, but she was still alone. No one noticed her abnormality, but she had to try her best to hide her normality in order not to be sent to a lunatic asylum.
Let the things hidden in the darkest corner of your heart be buried. If stopping is the most correct choice, we don't have to force the author to understand...
That's all, they have all fallen into the long river of time.
She knew the new life I was looking forward to, at the end of that gray road.
: "My daughter shouldn't be so weak."