Singing Silently Makes it Cool
by Momo
About This Novel
Liking Su Luo is a secret I opened when I was 17 years old. It is a flower that blooms in my heart, enchanting and bitter. When the flowers were blooming and I missed him, I used to walk quietly to the Cultural Square, quietly feed the little pigeons, and then quietly watch them flutter their wings and fly into the blue sky, gradually turning from small squares into small black dots until they disappeared. At that time, I usually squat down and gently write his name on the ground with my hands, "Su Luo". I write it over and over again, solemnly and seriously, with a trace of sadness in the words. Su Luo, Su Luo. That is the silent song that blooms in the heart of seventeen-year-old Jing Mo. Meeting Yi Xiaoxi was the most beautiful feast for me in the early winter of that year.
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