Original heroine × Shen Guhong
I wrote this many years ago, so I want to share it.
A broken liver and intestines is as cold as frost.
This was the first time Tang Qingfeng met Yuanzi and heard Su Shuanghua's evaluation of Yuanzi's flute skills.
Five-year-old Tang Qingfeng did not understand what "broken liver" meant.
I also don't understand why Senior Sister Motoko's flute sound always contains infinite sadness and melancholy.
The chief manager told him that Motoko had never smiled, and if he could make Motoko smile, he would give him half a day off.
Tang Qingfeng wanted Senior Sister Motoko to laugh, but not for a holiday, just because she wanted to.
Among the people he had met, no matter whether they were happy or not, they would always smile, but Senior Sister Motoko didn't seem to be able to smile.
He once asked Shen Zuihua: "Is Senior Sister Yuanzi very good at folk music?"
Shenzui Huahui: "Yes, it's very powerful. But don't imitate it."
There are only four things in Senior Sister Motoko's life: eating, sleeping, practicing martial arts, and studying music.
After Tang Qingfeng came to Yihua Island, he had one more thing to do: play with him.
When he and Senior Sister Motoko are together, he always behaves as a child of this age should.
Tang Qingrong said that he has never been cute since he was a child.
Yes, only Motoko would think Xiao Qingfeng is cute.
The first time he saw Senior Sister Yuanzi smile was when someone passed away on the island, and they had to light a lamp on Hengxia Island for the deceased as part of the custom of moving flowers.
Senior sister Yuanzi looked at the lights, at the Hengxia Island reflected in the lights, and at the sea, and suddenly she smiled.
Tang Qingfeng asked Senior Sister Yuanzi why she was laughing.
Senior Sister Motoko said: "When hundreds of rivers return to the sea, I was going to turn into a grain of sand in the sea."
Tang Qingfeng didn't understand.
Senior Sister Motoko patted his head and said, "You will understand later. Each of us will eventually turn into sand."
Intention: The lingering dream of a cold cricket, Guihong's thoughts.
