"Brother, how many colors are there in the sun?" Zhanyan tilted his head and asked in concern.
He looked at Zhanyan with concern but did not answer.
"Seven kinds, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and purple." After asking and answering herself, she asked, "How many colors do sunflowers have?"
Her eyes drifted to the place where the boy had just left, "8 colors, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and purple, plus white mixed with these 7 colors, a total of 8 colors." She pointed to the front, where stood a warm and fair boy, "God gave light to the world, and was afraid that we would not understand its beauty, so he dispersed its beauty in clusters of sunflowers... Brother, he is my sunflower."
Her eyes were brighter than light. The exquisite doll carved by heaven was filled with soul at this moment, and her whole face became visibly alive to the naked eye.
However, one day Zhan Yan suddenly didn't want her sunflower...
(The ending is HE, but the process is a bit frustrating, so it's not a cool article. Be careful! The article is reconstructed from a scrapped draft and has been published on other websites before. It was originally called "Civets Under the Flowers of the Sun"... I personally like the setting of this article. I hope you like it too...)
