Tao Ying of Ancient Scrolls

14 Years ago, the sound of thunder mixed with the sound of rain, and the TV that was originally showing the news flashed with a sad light. A group of people were so dark that their faces could not be seen clearly. They carried two black coffins and placed them outside the courtyard. The two black coffins were like two eyes from the abyss, staring... As if they were trying to see through the wall built of blood and tears. "He, do you regret it?" The young man opposite was leaning against the jeep, with a smile on his lips. He couldn't see his eyes clearly, just looking into the distance. "Regret? Rivers Never Go Reverse. (No regrets)" (This article is a story from the main perspective of the male protagonist. The group portraits and characters all have their own experiences. Please do not criticize. This is the author's new work. The update time is slightly uncertain. The author is a little glass-hearted, but he humbly accepts everyone's corrections, please be merciful)