In the third year of Rong Chaojing's first year, there was a heavy snowfall in Zhoushan. Zhang Quyi went out early in the morning. When he came back, he was walking on broken jade and carrying a hedgehog he picked up.
I was so free that I only cooked snow and made tea every day, watched the stars, the sun, and the bright moonlight in front of my bed. I was also keen on watching my dog tease the fox who just wanted to save the hedgehog.
The hedgehog grew up and left. The current situation changed and people's minds were unpredictable. One night, he lit up the light to read the intelligence that had just been sent back. Suddenly, the door was kicked open, and the air-conditioning brought a cold light to his neck.
During the fight, he accidentally cut off a strand of the assassin's hair. After a few more blows, the assassin escaped.
The hair left behind is light brown, hard and prickly.
Intent: To write about a weather-beaten general and a sesame-filled hedgehog supporting each other in letting go and growing up.