As the saying goes, if you don't explode in silence, you will become perverted in silence.
After experiencing a series of blows such as death, traveling to the Tomb Raider Notes, obtaining golden fingers, failing in rebellion, being captured, enduring years of torture, escaping with difficulty, being used as cannon fodder and pawns, etc., Bo Chaofeng and Bo Muhuang gloriously metamorphosed and exploded.
Bo Chaofeng and Bo Muhuang, who have lived for thousands of years, grew up together and stumbled into chess players, the boss among the bosses.
When we meet the Iron Triangle again, rice is still rice, faith is still faith, but... The "care" from alternative mother fans, I hope Xiaozhen will not collapse too much...
(Some settings will be added and some of Uncle San's pitfalls will be patched, so please proceed with caution.)
(The introduction is tentative and may change.)
The author has a soft heart. You can give suggestions, but don't scold the author.
Reason for writing:
One day I suddenly came across a comment:
At a certain moment, I suddenly realized that one day A Bing would not be able to write anymore, their story would end, and one day I would not be able to find them through the thin pages of the book. I will grow old, I will forget, I will die, and one day I will lose the ability to tell their stories to others. One day, it may be forgetting, or dying. My intention for that person is clear, and who will speak for me and prove for me that I once loved him?
After reading it, there was silence for a long time.
That night I had a dream. I dreamed that I followed Tianzhen and Fatty to Changbai Mountain to pick up my little brother and take him home. Xiaohua Heiye was waiting at the bottom of the mountain. They smiled and got into the car, and I just stood there and watched them drive away.
At that moment, I made a decision. I want to write a book, using my poor words and my pale language, to write about my faith and persistence, my love and longing. I want to use this to prove that I have been here and I have loved you.
If we can't meet each other in the human world, then let the words carry my longing to the other side of the dimensional wall that I can't reach.
Concept: text