Illness, Eighteen, Us (Part Two)
病·十八岁·我们(下部)
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 37k Words
- Genre
- Danmei (BL)
- Era
- Modern Era
- Updated
- 20y ago
- Source
- JJWXC
Synopsis
1Chapters
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I came back to read this article many years later, and I still enjoyed it so much.
The fourth child, the fourth child, is just gone.
I quite like the fourth child
You speculated on the human nature inside so thoroughly, you are worthy of being a writer! Author's reply: Haha, thank you for the compliment. . . But I'm not a writer><. . . He can't even be called a writer. . . Just an amateur
So well written! ! ! ! ! The male resident finally wakes up and has no regrets. The ending is good.
The author's writing style is really good, and the story is my favorite ambiguous novel!
Youth is like a hot summer Stuffy, long, restless That ray of cool breeze that I have been looking forward to for a long time will always hang on the treetops. I can see it but cannot touch it. Internal heat with nowhere to relieve, depression with nowhere to vent The always bright daylight forces people to have nowhere to hide even their shadows... I always thought that the heat of life would never end But I woke up late one night and heard the rain hitting the banana trees outside the window...
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I wanted to cry after watching it, and I wish them blessings The articles written by Qingying Chuan always use very plain words to express sadness very strongly but with a touch of warmth. How come no one reads such articles?
I like this article very much, as if I have found a confidant in my loneliness and wandering. And the darkness and helplessness at the beginning were either saved in the end, or covered by false and mediocre happiness. . . . The game of escaping again and again and staying away from each other, some people and things are lost like this, so similar. Like the characters in the story, I am also looking for an answer for myself. Can I still be happy like this? But the ending turned out to be happy and happy in the end. However, this ending seemed like a luxury wish. Is it really possible to have such a firm redemption, to go through layers of corruption and insist on sticking to one person's side?