Two women, waiting for their loved ones in the smoke of gunfire. In the blink of an eye, a century has passed. In a blink of an eye, the past becomes smoke.
There are thousands of things in the world. Holding hands and looking at each other, the flowing light... Yin... Is short, and an instant is a hundred years.
I'm honored that this article won the third prize in the first national online novel competition. I really didn't expect to win. Thank you to the organizing committee of the competition, thank you to Jinjiang, and thank you to everyone:) I will work harder! 2010, 4, 10 Guagua
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