Someone is newly married, and the sound of brocade is harmonious
Someone buried bones under Kunlun Mountain.
I died in the tenth year of knowing him.
That year, his family was harmonious and there was a lot of excitement around him.
That year, heavy snow closed the mountains, and Kunlun became my burial place.
At the last glance, I saw him, the sun was shining brightly, and he was like a young man, running towards his wife.
Recently, I suddenly wanted to write the story of Qiao An and Jiang Chao separately and make it longer (my brain has been thinking wildly recently)
short story be
(It contains several short stories, the copywriting is the first one, and the second and third chapters are my own self-narration, which can be skipped)
I'm not clearing mines, I just write whatever I want, and everyone can read it and just like it.
Not all are in the first person, many are in the third person
Purpose: Live for yourself