Hammer like a song

【October twenty-ninth, the sky and the earth are blocked by Yin and become winter】

"For the rest of my life, the only regret is that I can't stay with you and watch my son grow up.

If I don't return, I hope to cherish it. "

Mo Xie held the letter tightly and sat on the chair with her back stretched. The days of these years were whistling in her mind. She closed her eyes and felt that the evening light was shaking her heart.

She looked at the bamboo slips in her hand again, and felt that the ink-colored characters were like vines growing wantonly, binding her tightly, stabbing at her, and covering her whole body.In the end, she went limp, her mind went blank, and she couldn't get up for a long time.

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The first short story, I hope you like it