The chirping of cicadas is the requiem of summer.
Lu Zhenyan crossed the axis of time in the multiple windows of his old house in his hometown. The hands seeping out from the cracks in the wooden door were a corpse named "Xing Miaoyu", which connected the fate of the two teenagers.
The sound of the train whistle pierced the rain: on the back of the ticket that my mother had hidden, the train number and the date of death were printed.
Finally, I want to ask that question - are we forever trapped in the hell in the eyes of others?
Purpose: Make everyone happy