I have been in Peking for three years, and most of the time I have been alone.
After class, I always like to wander around Beijing aimlessly, like a ghost or a shadow. Perhaps it can be said that I have been my shadow since I was a child. When I was a child, I was my brother's shadow. When I grew up, I became Chen Qingping's shadow.
The shadow should never leave its master.
Even if the body is as far away as the ends of the world, the heart should still be trembling.
My brother was buried in the loess of his hometown, and his heartbeat could no longer be heard.
So my heart resonated with Chen Qingping time and time again. When he was happy, I was happy, and when he was worried, I was even sadder.
First person perspective
I wrote half of it and left the rest to chance...
Similar to an outline, I will revise it later
Intention: Ask the world what love is, and teach you how to make love between life and death.