Human Wound x Human Realm Liquor and Sugar
A sad song, a sad song, a swallow with broken wings. A piece of music, a ladle of wine, and a piece of fireworks.
Hello everyone, my name is Mo Ang. This is the first official novel I wrote under this pen name. I have another name, which means the fragrance of ink exchanges for the smell of copper. This time I use this name, hoping that the world will be full of vitality.
Birth, old age, illness and death are also romantic, and fireworks in the world are another kind of warmth. Loss makes people understand preciousness, and coldness makes people understand warmth.
Give me hollow heart disease and abundant ink.
Introduction to the work: Xue Tiyu lived with his adopted grandmother after his parents divorced. His grandmother passed away in his second year of high school. After his grandmother passed away, in Hunan, he learned that his grandmother had nothing but a courtyard house in Beijing, so when he filled out his application, he filled out all his applications for schools in Beijing.
Not long after he moved into a courtyard house, he was diagnosed with hollow heart disease. He loved ancient customs and was regarded as a god by his neighbors. After being drunk, he made many mistakes again and met Meng Xinghan, the young master of the Meng family.
Meng Xinghan silently warmed Xue Toyu's life with the warmth of his own hands.
The world is rough, but I hope we can all find our own healing drink, no matter what your diagnosis is.
Intention: The gentle wind and the biting wind will always coexist in this world. It is precisely because of the biting wind that gentleness is so valuable.