Impermanence

[This is a writing practice, read with caution] On the fifth day of collecting the dead in the mass grave, the dead man Lu Jiu was touching suddenly moved. The corner of his mouth twitched and he was about to run away, but the other party grabbed his hand tightly and put it back on his chest. Xie An: "You're welcome, sir." Lu Jiu: "..." Lu Jiu: "?" Intention: Peace every year