Migration

[Highlight reminder: The article and I are under revision... It is recommended to finish it before entering, as the update is unstable. ---Copywriting of this article--- At the beginning of the new year, the Chongming cruise ship anchored in the port of Paracas was forced to run aground, and the person in charge died in a foreign country. The news spread back to China, causing a bloody storm. On the day he learned about Xu Tingshen's death, Cheng Che quietly left Shenzhou without telling everyone. A midsummer rainstorm night. Song Xi went into the mountains in the rain to track down lot 7464 on the Chongming, but unexpectedly saw a group photo. ——On a spring day in the pear forest, a girl and a man walked side by side. The hands that could not be held together solidified into eternal regret. *** Cheng Che met Song Xi on his third month at Guanqiao. At that time, the sky was getting dark, and in the narrow corner, the dark evening wind blew through the alley. The two met on a narrow road. The man's silhouette is cold but his eyes are sharp. He is holding a letter in his hand and looks aggressive. "I just want to know how a person who claimed to be dead long ago sent such a letter." Later, it was a winter night in Shenzhou. In Liz's penthouse suite, her fingers curled up on the cold glass and were caught in his palm. A moist mist spread out from the palm of my hand. The hot breath hit her ears, and she felt like she was falling into the turbulent undertow of the deep sea. But there was a hint of vulnerability in his low voice: "Don't follow him." Long after this, Cheng Che always recalled the night they met. Everything seems to have been written down. The lights in Leqin Temple are dim, and the statues on the high platform overlook all living beings. He squeezed the hand she withdrew in panic, took out the piece of paper, and spoke in a calm voice. "What did you figure out?" "It's a love disaster." Even counting ten times, it is still a love disaster. She made nonsense, but her words turned out to be true. At this point, fates are intertwined, nightmares are lingering, and the two people who each hide their secrets are entangled with each other and it is difficult to escape. * ——Before dawn, before everything becomes clear and bright. ——Please allow me to sink for a moment. *** During the long migration, the lonely bird is destined to die in the cold winter, unable to wait for its spring and bright scenery. No, you are not a lonely bird, you are my spring. ————————— ---Pre-received copy·"Daytime Epiphyllum"--- [Bai Ruofu is dead. [The murderers are us. Ten years ago, Xue Tan wrote these two sentences on the paper and then left Lingtan Road where he grew up. Ten years later, the paper faded and the past turned into ashes. The door of No. 26 Lingtan Road opened again, and Xue Tan walked into this inconspicuous attic again carrying his suitcase. She looked at the man holding the mirror in the dim light and said softly: "I want to buy you a dream." *** It is said that there is a dream maker hidden on Lingtan Road. Every guest who walks into No. 26 Lingtan Road will be given the gift of a sweet dream. But no one knew that he had also fallen deeply into a dream. There, he held the girl's hand that was almost convulsing in the pool of blood countless times and hugged her tightly. "Atan, don't come back again." Xu Xingzhou has been guarding Lingtan Road for ten years. He created sweet dreams one after another for others, but he could never change her fate. *** Epiphyllum blooms only briefly in the dark night. Epiphyllum blooms during the day, out of season. Just like them, they have never truly faced their own hearts. Mission: The truth will eventually be revealed to the world