Thirteenth Bell Tower

I have heard the thirteenth bell. The throne is not the end of power. The throne was a chair inserted upside down into his chest. When the boy was forced to sit on it, he finally realized that the whole world was looking up to him, but no one could feel pain for him. A true throne is never gilded, it is forged of loss. One part is the love that I didn't have time to express. The first thing is that when my mother finally looked back, his name was no longer in her eyes. One piece is the university he should have had, the afternoon, the stadium, the hot meal in the convenience store, and the umbrella handed to him by a girl. These were dismantled inch by inch and nailed into high seats. So when Xu Weichi sat on the throne, he shouldn't be like a god. He should be like a high school student who has been soaked by the rain, the cuffs of his school uniform are still stained with mud, holding the power in his hand that can suspend the world for thirteen seconds, but he only wants to use it to recover one sentence: "Can you wait for me?" But the world will not wait for him.