The afternoon in high school is always soaked in sunshine. England met France at the corner of the library holding a French book. His eyebrows arched, and the story began.
They quickly got acquainted with China, America, and Russia, and also met the gentle Lian and the calm Wei. Seven boys and girls gathered in a milk tea shop to chat. France clings to England, Porcelain is always amused by America, Lian and Wei accompany each other quietly, the best friends are France, Porcelain and Lian, the three girls holding hands are the most dazzling scenery on campus.
The graduation bell rang, and the dust of love settled: Britain and France depended on each other, the United States and China stayed with each other, the Alliance of Health accompanied them, and even Russia entered the same university with them. On the campus boulevard, three pairs of figures are always side by side, their love is blatant, and the years are unbelievably gentle.
I thought it would be like this for the rest of my life, but fate turned out to be cruel. A few years after graduating from college, France suddenly fell seriously ill and could not survive the late autumn, leaving him in England's arms forever.
Ci held France's relics and cried for a long time. After a while, her body gradually collapsed. She coughed so much that day that her handkerchief was stained red with blood. America panicked, but in the end could not keep her. The day porcelain left, even the wind was whimpering.
The once lively seven now only have a pair of Weilian players left. Others say that they are the final perfection, but only they know that this perfection is frighteningly empty. Wei was buried in work all day and didn't come home until late at night; Lian traveled frequently on business, and his home became a temporary inn. Under the same roof, the two of them were relatively speechless, like the most familiar strangers. There was no quarrel, no warmth, only endless desolation.
In the dead of night, time whispers softly in your ears.
How wonderful it would be if we could turn back time and go back to high school where the cicadas were constantly chirping. There was no pain, no parting, and they were still laughing, loving, and accompanying each other.
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