[First-person perspective, historical fiction, war, and displacement. No cp, friendly.
"So you think I can save you?" He neatly pulled out the dagger inserted into the body and laughed softly. Seeing the girl's blank face, she curled her lips in disdain.
"No one expects that salvation can accomplish everything, Hua Yinyue." He opened his arms and faced the endless plains burning with blood under the cliff... He smiled, but his expression seemed to be in tears.
"Our death is meaningless to this world, and can even be said to be insignificant..." Countless pairs of black hands are entangled and intertwined, melting into His blood and bones...
"I hate the people here, but I deeply love this place... My favorite land." He blurred the black shadow and poured into Hua Yinyue's thin body, and the screams of nowhere echoed in the empty valley... Smiling sadly.
"The innocent souls who have devoured our flesh and blood have nowhere to rest, including the countless new and vigorous lives under our feet." He screamed miserably, and violent winds rose in the sky, lightning and thunder... Crazy currents hit her or him like they were dying... And they could not rest for a long time.
"Live on, Hua Yinyue." She stretched out her withered arms, representing the countless unwillingness behind her, creating a strange feeling of escaping from the rules...
[Live on, live on. ] A sound of babies crying, a line of lamentations from men, women, old and young... She slowly opened her eyes.
[The shadows of flowers and fallen leaves on the roadside tell us about autumn, and the remaining bamboo cages on the mountains form cause and effect.
I miss the red bean and rice cakes for a long time, drink millet and have a pityriasis syndrome at the end of the moon.
Drunk and lying down, drunk and lying down, wandering in circles with ups and downs of joy and sorrow; it seems like one is drunk.
I lie down on the couch, my face is sticky and my pillow is falling, my body and body are sad.
*"Drunken Lying"
Intention: People who are confused must always find their own drunken and confused path in the quagmire.