If you have the same sweet dream day after day, will your sweet dream finally turn into a nightmare?
I dare to risk my life to play such a game with you, and you treat me like this? Zi Shu, Zi Shu, why are you so cowardly?
Xie Heng later understood that it didn't matter who was imprisoning whom, or who drew the picture. It was just a madman and a fool, and both parties were willing to do a ridiculous and lame thing.
Many years later, the madman died. The madman held the painting and saw the fool waiting for him beside the Naihe Bridge, smiling like a child.
"I'm here." Wen Wen said as usual.
"Well, you're here." The listener responded gently, just like before.
This is a short story, just based on your imagination. You are welcome to criticize and comment.
Intention: Sweet dream? Nightmare?