"Sugar knives and knives, as plump as pork belly"
Warm tips:
Jiuhe is a woman who disguises herself as a man (she has been living in the image of a man since birth)
The reason will be revealed later
Let me speak in human terms first:
Yu Suhe met the beauty Jiuhe, and the two fell in love for a long time.
Yu Jiuhe encountered a pervert, escaped, embraced a better life, showed his ambitions, and met true love.
(Su He is the male protagonist!)
-Don't speak human words anymore
He died of grief, died of his loyalty, his empathy for the common people, and his own unrequited desire.
Mingxi died, died of his treachery, his empathy for the common people, and his own excessive demands.
Who am I when I have the memories of others?
When I grow up overnight and my temperament changes drastically, am I still the same person?
What is the definition of "seizing the body"?
All seven continents are suffering, and everyone has regrets. For the sake of obsession, I am willing to give up the world of mortals, never reincarnate, and disappear from the world.
All seven continents are suffering, and everyone has regrets. For the sake of obsession, I am willing to never rest in peace and stay in this world.
There are ghosts everywhere, what's the use of being awake?
If you don't want to follow the wind and the moon, why should you drown in the gentle land?
If you can't sort out love and hate, and you can't tell the difference between true and false, then you can cut through the mess with a quick knife, but it will be easy.
Wait wait! ! !
"Don't be so sad. It's good to have a drink, smoke a cigarette and play with the dog, right, Lao Su?"
"Even if we never meet again."
"Hahahahaha, the author is actually joking. This article is super sweet."
Purpose: After all the hardships, we will never change our sincerity.
Reader comments
I didn't expect there was anyone else, right?
Guess where I came from [shy]
Qiu Buyu enters the novel world from reality, seemingly returning to the age of seventeen, but in fact it seems like he has strayed into a past that has been forgotten and buried by time. The tone of the first two chapters is light and bright, with evening self-study, class representatives, deskmates chatting, and school bells ringing together to form a very life-like campus scene that makes it easy for people to immerse themselves in it; and from the end of the third chapter, the story suddenly reveals the tip of the iceberg. The sentence "Qiu Buyu is back" is like a pebble thrown into the lake, causing ripples in the originally peaceful narrative of youth.
I especially like the recurring natural images in the article, and the teacher's writing style is really beautiful. The misty mountains, birds, chirping cicadas, sycamore leaves, and mountain fires that always hang in the distance all give the story an air of approaching autumn. Autumn carries a sense of dryness, secrets, and farewell. It seems that some secret is fermenting, and some farewell will eventually happen, so that when reading, you will always feel a mixture of despair and expectation.
I didn't expect there was anyone else, right?
Guess where I came from [shy]
Qiu Buyu enters the novel world from reality, seemingly returning to the age of seventeen, but in fact it seems like he has strayed into a past that has been forgotten and buried by time. The tone of the first two chapters is light and bright, with evening self-study, class representatives, deskmates chatting, and school bells ringing together to form a very life-like campus scene that makes it easy for people to immerse themselves in it; and from the end of the third chapter, the story suddenly reveals the tip of the iceberg. The sentence "Qiu Buyu is back" is like a pebble thrown into the lake, causing ripples in the originally peaceful narrative of youth. I especially like the recurring natural images in the article, and the teacher's writing style is really beautiful. The misty mountains, birds, chirping cicadas, sycamore leaves, and mountain fires that always hang in the distance all give the story an air of approaching autumn. Autumn carries a sense of dryness, secrets, and farewell. It seems that some secret is fermenting, and some farewell will eventually happen, so that when reading, you will always feel a mixture of despair and expectation.