········When the new era opened, Wen Yan and Mo Wu sat back to back on the light green grass, with a full-page book spread out in their hands.
The pages that had already turned yellow trembled slightly in the wind, and the rolled-up footers were gently smoothed by Wen Yang.
Hearing Wen Yang's movements, Mo Wu tilted his head: "Where did you see it?"
"The part where the ferryman confessed to the sycamore tree." Wen Yang said familiarly, as if he had said it thousands of times before, "That's enough for today, let's go back."
Mo Wu turned around and gently took Wen Yin's hand, kissed it, and answered silently.
Wen Yang put the book on the lawn, stood up and smiled, the sadness in his eyes drifting away like a lingering cloud. That plain expression seemed to never have waves again, or had never had waves before, and no one could move him.
There was only silence in his eyes as gray as ashes.
He abandoned Mo Wu and left the lawn, letting the "History of the Victors" turn the pages in the wind, and finally settled on a page that had been touched countless times. There was a photo from centuries ago sandwiched between the two pages.
"It would be great if this blank space was left for you." Wen Yang looked at the page of the book. There was only one sentence written on the two pages, and the remaining blank space was only signed by Wen Yang's name.
Wen Yang had read that sentence countless times, and it was so familiar to him: "History is written by the winners. Am I the winner of this story?" He closed his eyes, "The answer is obvious."
Wen Yang sighed, stretched out his hand in the air, and a bright screen appeared at the place where his finger touched. The ancient text "Close" flashed across Wen Yang's fingertips. Then the artificial wind stopped, the lawn disappeared instantly, and Mo Wu's simulated image slowly decomposed.
Only the book was left on the ground, lying quietly on the blank virtual screen, so small that it seemed like it would sink into the ocean.
"I will never be the winner because I lost you."
(Showdown, I can't write an introduction (-_-||))
This article is divided into four levels of corruption chain. Please see the main text for the specific content.
Note: This article advocates Platonic love. There will be no updates during working days. This article is purely for practice and will not be given up.
Contains "History of the Winner", the plot will be divided and mixed in the chapters (it doesn't look good alone, you can splice it together as you like)
*Note: The writing in this article is purely fictitious. Any similarities are purely coincidental. There is no intention or intention to discuss real events, characters, history, political districts and other real entities in the setting of this article.
Intention: Can individual life survive after being stripped of social organization?