"He Xu, after you die, my world will be filled with roses."
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It is a short article about be.
Aloof, arrogant and sensitive vs sick, kind, gentle and aggressive
Bai Yaotong thought that no one would ever enter his heart again, until He Xu apologized late at night in the hospital.
Did I pull you, or did you save me? In fact, He Xu couldn't tell clearly.
In the winter ward, white colonies grew from the paint jars that He Xu unscrewed. The ripe peach on Bai Yaotong's bedside fell down with a thud and rolled all the way to the bottom of the bed, dripping juice all over the floor. So Bai Yaotong finally discovered He Xu's relics.
"Yao Tong, just ride forward. Wherever you fall, there will be a sea of flowers."
Bai Yaotong closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings. The tears on the eyelashes form countless prisms, refracting countless He Xu.
The chain of the bicycle in the dream finally got stuck, the body of the bicycle suddenly tilted, and with a final hoarse cry, it fell heavily into the sea of flowers. Bai Yaotong didn't support him and let his body fall down. His palm brushed against the dewy petals. He didn't feel any pain, but only touched a piece of hot softness. That is the unique temperature of midsummer at the age of eighteen.
Just stop here.
The bicycle stopped and the wind slowed down. He, He Xu, and all the enthusiastic, regretful, and sparkling eighteen-year-olds no longer had to rush forward.
Intention: As long as there is one person who remembers it, as long as there is a painting, a dream, and a sea of flowers as a carrier, life has never truly fallen. Love is enough to resist the linear passage of time and achieve perfection in the spiritual kingdom.