My name is Changsheng, not Changsheng but Changsheng
I had a dream. In the dream, there was a boy who was about eight or nine years old, and what the boy would look like when he grew up. I seemed to have watched his whole life, but I couldn't see it all. When I woke up, I couldn't remember what the boy looked like. I just thought he was very good-looking and must be the most beautiful person in the world.
[Shengsheng, forget the loneliness]
[I am the Asu of Shengsheng]
[Asu only belongs to Shengsheng and will always be Shengsheng's]...
There are many words that I don't remember. I only remember that his name was A Su. It wasn't until I met him one day and our story started again that I realized that I had witnessed his life long ago.
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Author: This article is neither entirely fictional nor entirely historical. Most of it is fictitious, and a few are from history. Let me sort it out first. Don't bring it all into history. Thank you. It is also the first time I am writing here. I don't intend to write a long article. If I can't stand it, it is expected to be completed in more than 20 chapters. The word count is 20,000 to 30,000, and I don't know how to write an introduction. I will just read it.
Intention: A dream, a dream within a dream. Three lives are separated by fate. In the end, we are destined but not destined.