Bandit! You Can't Kiss During the Scene!

This is one of my favorite articles, and I started posting my review about a year after reading it. Due to the strong support from a friend who first met me, I opened the first chapter using her account. Finally, I opened my account and bought the full text but lost the courage to read it again. With its green but spiritual writing style and attractive subject matter, I began to stay with it. It is very surprising. It can be seen that this is a new author, but the development of the article is surprisingly calm and ups and downs. The whole article is flowing and flowing, and the characters are rich and full of color. Huaishui's tears filled the entire article, but Zang Liujiang's rough and tough hands firmly caught every drop of his precious tears, and the two of them seemed to be the perfect combination. No one will be moved by this beautiful couple. After reading this article, I felt an urge to read it again. But I lost the courage to read it. When this book entered my heart, I could no longer simply regard it as a novel. It became a story made of flesh and blood. I saw the young and active Liu Jiang slowly growing up, and the sweat and blood she shed intertwined with Huai Shui's thoughts and tears flying every day and night to create this haunting and heartbreaking story. They are people of flesh and blood, full of spirit, holding hands with their lovers and looking towards the future with bright eyes. Every word in the article is laid out as a thread of their lives, and every vivid picture and rich character weaved out fills every ravine created by suffering in life, and ultimately leads to the radiant distance. As someone who faces this from an OB perspective, I cannot turn my back to the pulsating life connected to my heart and say: This is just a novel. So looking at the vibrant colors in the author's writing, my emotions and everything can't help but be affected by such stories. I can't forget the gold earring that Liujiang cares about the most. On the other side of the earring is the golden and red Huai River held up by white hands. Every time I see struggles, scars, blood, and hatred, I can't control my tears. I know this is a process of growing up, but watching the characters struggle step by step to reach the top of the rugged mountain, I'm afraid that their tight burdens will suddenly collapse one day. I'm worried about Cuicui, Erniu, everyone in Xizhai, and those people who laugh and make noise in the story, making me think they will never be hurt. But they were still hurt. Liujiang's hands changed from rough to scarred, and Huai Shui's tears changed from forbearing to wanton. I even began to be afraid of turning the page, afraid that a certain page said "too late", and that a certain paragraph contained "can't go back". But I couldn't stop turning the pages because I wanted to know if they were any good. I could only look at Liujiang's gold earring silently. When I read it for the first time, I thought it was an object holding a touch of moisture but mixed with hardness and coldness. But this is the softest part of Liujiang's body. It hangs clearly on his ear and everyone can see it, but no one knows who is connected to the other end. Only he knows. When the Huai River appears, there will be a destination on the other side. Crystal white, holding the golden and red light, it fell there quietly. After reading this book, I can always see that scene in my dreams. It's not a lively scene, it's not a moving dialogue, it's just such a quiet, almost still picture - an earring, swaying gently across the distance between two people. And in the whole article, no one can cross the six rivers and cheat death. The hurdle seems to be unlimited and Hsinchu grows wildly after the rain. The news came without any foreshadowing. It wasn't after a big war, or a life-and-death moment, but one day, one moment, the words "Zang Liujiang is dead" fell. Like a stone sinking into water, it just sinks without even splashing. Huai Shui did not cry. In other words, there was no time to cry. He stood there with no expression on his face. It's like a sentence has been cut off, and the second half is stuck in the throat and cannot come out. He asked, "Are you sure?" His voice was flat, without any fluctuations. I could only feel something pinching my chest - it wasn't pain, it was an indescribable, dull feeling. He probably felt that as long as he didn't catch the news, it would never reach the ground. But it still landed. In later passages, Huaishui packs his things, walks, and talks to others. Everything was as usual, just half a beat slower. It was as if a gear in his body was stuck. It kept turning, but every time it turned, it would pause at the gap. He picked up a bowl that Liujiang had used, looked at it for a while, and then put it back where it was. I didn't throw her, I didn't hold her and cry, I just watched. His eyes were empty, as if he were looking at a bowl, but also as if he was looking at nothing. A frame like this isn't even a plot. But at that moment, as I sat there, my eyes suddenly became hot. After the "death" of the Liujiang River, the Huai River continued to move forward. He couldn't help but move forward. The people and things around Xizhai will not stop just because one person is gone. He held on very steady, even more steady than usual. Be decisive when it is time to make a decision, bow your head when it is time to bow your head, no unnecessary tears, no unnecessary weakness. But it was precisely because he was so stable that people could see that he was holding on. His tears were not on his face. It flows in those unspoken words, in those silent silences when we are alone late at night, and in the eyes that turn around subconsciously and quickly retract every time. I thought at that time that if the Liujiang River really died, the Huai River would probably continue like this. It will be painful and slow, but he will hold on. But there will be a place on his body that will always be empty, like the earring that is missing its connection, dangling around with nothing to hold it. Later I found out that it was a fake death, but when I read those chapters, I really believed it. If you believe in Liujiang, you will die, if you believe in Huai River, you will have to walk the rest of the way alone. That kind of letter means you are not deceived by the author, but you are willing to fall into it. Being caught up in this flesh-and-blood text, I want to know how to survive the Huai River. I want to know whether the person who once caught all the tears in the days without Liujiang can still catch himself. He caught it. That was the most touching and distressing place for me. There are plenty of struggles and scars written about. Every time I read it, my eyes felt warm. It's not wailing, it's a dull soreness starting from the tip of my nose. It's so sore that I can't hold it in my eyes, but I don't want it to fall. As I read it, I told myself that this is a must and no one can get around it. But even though he said this, he was still afraid in his heart. Afraid that they might not step firmly on any step, afraid that a certain injury is deeper than imagined, afraid that those days of gritting their teeth and holding on will not be worth anything in the end. I am even more afraid that the names of people I thought would always be there, such as Fu Cong, Fu Ming, Cuicui, Erniu, and others, would suddenly disappear in a certain paragraph of text. Either dead or missing. There was no explanation, no follow-up, as if it had been wiped off the paper. I know it's impossible to take everyone into account when writing stories, but I still wonder whether they are living well in that world. After reading this article, I read the last few chapters two or three times. It's not that I'm looking for details, but I just can't bear to part with them. I can't bear to take off the bookmark, and I can't bear to close that page. It seems that as long as it is open, they are still there and have not gone far. After a long time - about a year - I suddenly remembered it again one night. It's not about the plot, it's about where I was sitting when I was reading that book, whether the window was open or closed, and whether it was raining outside. Those memories are clearer than the plot. I think this is what an article looks like after it enters my heart. It is no longer "there is a good book", but "there is a period of time that I spent with those people". So I can't say "I recommend this book." Recommendation is too light. All I can say is that I have read this book, and I couldn't put it down after reading it. Once I put it down, I didn't dare to pick it up again. It's not in my collection, it's somewhere else. [Compare your heart]

Unlike the first one, it's very smooth.

I feel that the emotional line is very confusing, many details are not written, and I suddenly fall in love to death.

How great! Big cheers for the author!!! 😍

It's nice to watch. It would be even better if we expand some supporting characters with rich backgrounds.

This won't work. I can't stand it until they officially get married. 🙏 And those brothers, the fourth brother and the prince, Mr. Fu and his wife, please give me another five yuan 🙏

Is it gone? I feel like I can continue pinching it.

Delicious🤤 I think the two of them are still using their hands...?

The fourth brother and the prince are a delicious pair🤤

I like your writing style. I love reading [Compare Hearts][Compare Hearts][Compare Hearts]