[BE for all members] [Heart-breaking] [Group portrait] [Slow pace] [No system, no cheats] [Caution]
My name is Shen Yinian and I am seventy-three years old.
I am the last living person in the Big Dipper.
Sixty-five years ago, seven orphans met in this courtyard and named themselves Big Dipper.
Wen Xuan would stuff a hot water bottle into the youngest Yao Guang, while she would huddle in the quilt and tremble;
Ling Xiao always rushes to the front when fighting, saying with bruises and bruises that Beidou will never break up;
Lu Ning was admitted to the best school and is the one who has gone the furthest among us;
Jian Shuyi painted a whole wall of stars and said that he would draw everyone;
Wu Yao spent his whole life guarding another person's name;
Zhou Xiaoyao was still so young when she left, but she was already the brightest star in the Beidou.
Later, they left one by one, leaving me alone trapped in this courtyard.
Guarding a cabinet of scarves, photo albums, notes and rubber bands.
I once promised a little girl that the Big Dipper would never be separated.
That was the sweetest lie I've ever told in my life.
Now, there are seven more children in the yard.
They also named themselves the Big Dipper.
The locust flowers are blooming again, and the wind is pouring in from the entrance of the alley.
I just feel like they are still there.
There are seven stars in the sky, not one is missing.
None of the people on the ground left.
