An experiment gone wrong burned my hand.
I looked at my horrible hands, closed my eyes in disgust, put on ugly black gloves as if appointed, and walked into the camellia garden.
"Sister, I'll give you a camellia." The boy in front of me smiled cleanly and sunnyly, and handed the snow-white camellia to me.
"We will be friends from now on, and I will help you."
I took the camellia and thought to myself, we are friends.
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One rainy night, he left, quietly.
He still didn't help me, leaving me alone in the public opinion.
I closed my eyes, looked at the door in front of me, pulled it gently, and separated myself from a dream.
I saw him again, sitting in a wheelchair, giving up on himself.
I pushed the wheelchair and walked quietly in the mountains. He lowered his eyes and said calmly: "Do you still blame me?"
"Guess." I said.
Another year during the Qingming Festival, I moved my lips in front of his grave.
"I lied to you."
PS: This is a reminiscence article. I thought of it accidentally in class. The "him" in it has a prototype and is a friend of mine. As for the "I" in it, it is a semi-prototype character and is not entirely real. Please do not attack the characters in the article. Please just treat it as my weird thoughts about things in adolescence.
Intention: Study hard