Ashes and White Noise

* Jian Xueyu: The sharpest moonlight I have ever seen split open the pile of corpses and reflected into her warm eyes - she was the cleanest and purest soul I have ever seen, but she knelt in the pile of body parts and closed the eyes of the dead. When she picked up this thin guide in the ruins of the battlefield for the first time, the bullet just missed her ear. She always said that I was looking for death - even though she was still holding the recorder and rushing into the artillery fire, she still turned to me and asked: "Are the sentries as unafraid of pain as you are?" I could only write lightly: "Not as good as you." But when she was held at gunpoint by the old antiques from the Military Disciplinary Office, I looked at her trembling pitiful appearance, and I somehow managed to lie for her: "I brought this guide with my permission." Later, their powerful men broke my spine, pierced my collarbone with steel nails, and exiled me to the red light district. They called me a traitor and a bitch. I also laughed at them for being too gentle and polite in their words. Until that girl sneaked into the red light district and knelt down to wipe away the pus and blood and cut out the rotten flesh: "You can't even cry out in pain?" I finally felt a hint of pain and understood what it means to be in embarrassment and what it means to be defeated. I thought I had always hidden it well. My unfocused pupils looked at her, and my hot forehead pressed against her palm. I groped for her other hand tremblingly, biting into pieces the medicine she gave me, and then violently pushed her out of the iron cage with my backhand. I tilted my head and refused to look at her again: "Get lost." * Shen Zhi: I've seen him in high spirits. I once ridiculed his superiority, envied his natural ability and status, and hated him for enjoying the privileges of a corrupt system and sinking. I thought he was just an indifferent spectator who claimed to be noble. Can a person really see another person clearly at once? It was not until the powerful men broke his sword and the iron chain penetrated his thin wrist bones that I understood the tenderness in his bones and the morality he upheld. We have always been the same kind of people. I made a mistake... Sorry, I pressed the moonlight into the mud with my own hands... In the dirtiest alley in the red light district, covered with scars, he suddenly hummed an off-key ditty - the nursery rhyme from my hometown that the soldiers and I had sung when we were soaked in the rain outside the tent that night. His blood-stained fingertips were tapping on his knees, with a determined smile on his lips. If he knew everything... * "Contrast between a dignified, cold-faced and gentle man vs. A black lotus who looks weak but is actually paranoid." "Sentinel Jian Xueyu vs. Guide Shen Zhi" * Important before viewing ◆Abusing men does not abuse women, the heroine has a golden finger for self-healing ◆The post-apocalyptic background is whistle-oriented literature (the degree of whistle-oriented is very slight) ◆Poke a hole in the world, and light will leak into literature ◆Atypical two-way redemption ◆Micro sand sculpture ◆Asking is just a slight insult ★Also, this is the author's imagination before going to bed, and the writing is immature. Thank you everyone??·??·??*?? ?? Intention: Two-way redemption