[Stream of consciousness]
The dark history I wrote before is just nonsense. I would like readers not to read it.
In the summer, Yuanning County will be very noisy.
The cicadas lying on the trees keep chirping, the endless crowds of people coming and going, and the piece of glass in the window of the house that is about to be broken but not broken.
Ji Luochun likes to be idle. He lies in the gaps he steals every day and survives on the desire that cannot be expressed in words.
Gu Wangchao sat with him on the dry and hot stairway, slowly and leisurely looking at the sun.
Gu Wangchao didn't like to speak. He always regretted that he couldn't speak.
The lips were like cicada wings, flying up and down, saying words that only the two of them could understand.
Let's go see the sea one more time and we'll say goodbye.
Ji Luochun×Gu Wangchao
*Short story
Purpose: live a good life
