
Amnesia Sunflower
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In the afternoon when the chirping of cicadas made the summer sticky, I was lying on the desk struggling with math problems, and you passed by with a basketball in your arms. When the hem of the school uniform swept over the edge of the table, it brought up a gust of wind, mixed with the smell of sunshine and grass clippings, like a freshly opened can of orange soda. You bent down to pick up the scratch paper I dropped, your fingertips touched the auxiliary line I drew wrongly, and your voice was slightly hoarse after exercise. I stared at the light golden sunbeam behind your ear, but I didn't dare to tell you that the pen had already broken its core due to the excessive heartbeat. The wind stopped for a long time that day, but I always felt that something had quietly taken root in my heart from that day on. It's just that I didn't know it at that time. This first meeting, which I have remembered for a long time, may have hidden stories from even longer ago for you.
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