(Imaginary Republic of China)
"Meng Fei, what's the origin of your name?" The second young lady of the Li family held a candied haws in her mouth, stepped on a big stone with one foot, and looked at the unobstructed view of the road down the mountain.
"I was born in this bandit mountain, and my surname happens to be Meng. My father hopes that when I grow up, I will live up to my name and become a fierce bandit."
The government is in chaos, and many forces in the world are fighting for power. Because of this turbulent era, a rich lady meets a mountain bandit and becomes sworn brother. Seeing the suffering in the world, she searches for the dawn in the darkness.
For the dawn that no one knows, everyone devotes themselves to the moment before dawn like moths to the flame.
Ps: ① The protagonist's personality and thoughts will change as the timeline unfolds, so stay tuned;
② Partially group portrait writing.
This story is purely fictitious, based on the Republic of China, and has no historical prototype. Any similarities are purely coincidental.
Intention: Young people are like moths flying into the flame and are annihilated before dawn
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