"Hello everyone, I am transfer student Shen Qingzhou."
"You don't have a deskmate? How about I be your deskmate?"
"As you wish."
That summer, the curtains blew in the wind, and a boy named Shen Qingzhou held a butterfly that had fallen into the dust.
"Here, when I return your mints, I stole one from you, just one. It's like I owe you eight lifetime debts." The girl raised her head, looked at the heartless guy in front of her, and smiled...
"Shen Yinzhou, fold a thousand paper cranes with me."
"I won't break it."
"If I get sick again, can you fold a thousand paper cranes and come see me? I heard them say that a thousand paper cranes can cure illness and eliminate disasters."
"No, you will be fine, we will all be fine..."
There is a forget-me-not on the windowsill. The light blue petals are filled with sunlight, pouring on the ground and breaking into pieces.
"My little patient is a gleam of light in my black and white world. He is the only 502 glue that can hold me together when I am broken into glass shards."
"That's my mother! My dearest person! She's dead, dead! If she dies, she can't come back!"
The young man broke down and cried while hugging the corpse with almost only bones left. He hugged it tightly, as if even the bones would disappear if he let go. The flowers of that year were in ruins.
"Nan An, what will you do if I leave?"
"Well, how about I find someone more handsome?" The boy did not speak, but looked at the girl with a silly smile. A faint yellow halo hit him, which was ethereal. At that time, they graduated from high school and were both 18 years old.
On August 27, 2015, God took away the young man's life, and fixed it in the summer when he was 18 years old. Jiang Nanan left the city with her schoolbag on her back and buried Shen Qingzhou under the pear tree. She didn't go back to the city, she didn't go to college, and no one cared about her life or death. Nan An said that she wanted to see the snow in Harbin, dance on the stage, and go to the same university as Qingzhou. There were so many things she wanted to do, but none of them came true.
She is a fallen lonely butterfly who will never return to the vast sky.
On August 27, 2016, she died under the pear tree, dressed in pure white.
The forget-me-not is dead, the mints have expired, and those two figures stay in summer forever.
Food guide:
1. This article is a modern romance
2. This article is abusive
3. I wish you all a happy reading
Purpose: To the lost youth and sunshine
