Love Venus

50 Years later. I play beautiful canon music. The extremely lingering music is like two people accompanying each other in life and death. Xiu Shuang and I played together. A gust of wind picked up. A bunch of colorful balloons were blown. Wine Red Lan held the balloon tightly in her hand. I am over fifty. Hair as white as snow. The wine red orchid is as beautiful as ever. Nothing has changed. Wine Red Lan stretched out her right hand to me. A faint smile bloomed like a pure little flower. But the eyes seem to hide the deepest loneliness in the soul. I know this is happiness and joy that others cannot replicate. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.