Super short story, dialogue style, no writing and no logic, please give it up if you don't like it!
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Wu Meng died, in the heavy rain at the end of summer...
"There is no discussion between us, only whether we should do it or not. If we seriously say it, we have to do it. This is you and me."
Hu Tao said indifferently
The girl's unspoken thoughts were buried in the rotting rainy season
But blooming in the uninhabited sunny sky
Share joys and sorrows, live and die together
"When the morning glories first bloom, the funeral trumpet has already sounded."
"But the sun, he is both the setting sun and the rising sun every moment. When he is extinguishing and walking down the mountain to collect all the desolate remaining light, it is exactly when he is burning on the other side and climbing to the top of the mountain to spread the fierce morning glory" - "Me and the Temple of Earth"
Intention: Wow!