Rose Poem

Pus and blood filled with poison and evil grew in the anomalies of time. Everyone in the institute knew that there was a monster living in the body of the experimental subject numbered 612. The deformed piece of flesh that looks like tongue coating squeezes and occupies the small space between the brain and the shell, extending out a series of disgusting tissue meat that clings to the cerebral cortex like elongated threads of saliva. It is grotesque and disgusting. Just looking at it can make people's scalp numb and shudder. "Like a rose." Zhu Qingan commented. The monster invaded the young man's mind, corroded his flesh and blood, and ate away at his body - until the body was eaten away, and then the eggs emerged from the hollowed-out human skin. Deformed, disgusting, grotesque, weird, disgusting, that's what monsters should be. But when "he" welcomed the first moment of new life from chaos, "he" heard "his" soft and clear voice and smiled, filled with pure and passionate joy. "Hello, little one, welcome to the world I love so much. My name is Zhu Qingan, and I wish you well." "Well... Let me think about what I should call you..." "How about calling you He Junsheng?" "Congratulations on your birth." "Every day from now on, every time everyone calls your name, they are celebrating your birth." "Is it true that only suffering can shape a person? Is it true that only suffering can lead to happiness, only shed tears to learn to smile, and only experiencing despair can hope be born? Is it true that one cannot learn how to love without being hurt, and one cannot learn how to be loved without lacking likes? Isn't it true that the hotbed of warmth, blessing, and favor cannot breed a noble, brave, and sincere soul?" "Where does this crooked truth come from?" The violet-eyed young man with soft silver curls has curved eyebrows, his smile is as warm and soft as the warm velvet night with clouds and moonlight, and the tail of the starry skirt becomes the floating jade under his eyes. "If I had a rose, I would give it the warmest sunshine, the most comfortable soil, tell it I love you every day, give him a smile, hugs and kisses, sweet candy-colored dreams, a bedtime fairy tale with a happy ending, all the good wishes and blessings, memories of sweet berry cake and hazelnut chocolate, romantic and light ballads, and poems of waiting for the sixty-three thousand four hundred and thirty-nine days. I would give him all the splendor, joy and happiness in the world." "I am an almighty being. Of course I can give my beloved little rose everything he wants." But the memory leaves the last words of farewell, Rose said. "Don't love me anymore, Zhu Qing'an, let me go, please, let me die." If the world were a long poem, what kind of poem would it be? Is it an endless waiting poem? Use the thoughts of 63,419 days to build the dream of reunion on 63,419 days, the heart, the rose, and the monster, the vows made by the twelve wishes, on the boundary between existence and nothingness, who is still waiting? Who is still searching? Is it a dreamy fairy tale poem? Wilderness, sea of ​​flowers, forests, starry nights, beautiful rosemary fantasy fairy tales, legend has it that in the forest built with tall buildings in the distance, there is a strange boy with silver curly hair and purple eyes. He is the omnipotent wish elf, the noble little monarch of the paradise, and Mr. Rabbit who starts the story. Shh, if you still want to return to reality, please cover your ears and don't listen to any of his stories. A doomsday poem of despair? In the old record of 2319, the explosive increase can cause energy explosions, causing energy chaos and magnetic field disorder on a global scale. As a result, the vulnerable Taiping and Anmeng were shattered in an instant, with corpses strewn among the broken walls and ruins, and the rotting flesh and flesh filled with maggots were a breeding ground for alien species and plagues. Disasters are like raging fire that brutally and cruelly burns away the withered end of civilization. Is it a civilizational epic of hope and struggle? The remaining stars rekindled from the dying ashes. Humanity established the Survivor Alliance and the Twelve Areas of Remaining Stars to ignite the last remaining fire in the long night. We are a dim star in this dark night that is about to go out. It is about to burn out, and it is about to burn out. As long as the last spark of humanity has not been extinguished, we will always have the desire to burn the entire cold night. A monster who thinks he is a human x A person who thinks he is a monster Deputy cp: Li Lingshan x Yu Chuo It's a 50/50 mix of daily light-hearted gags and grand and serious plots. You can do whatever you want except for the main and auxiliary CP being locked. The plot may be a bit dark, so please be wary of everything that looks good. Purpose: There is still a tomorrow for mankind