Two Bouquets of Daffodils

My fingertips gently stroked the paper, and I embraced time again. When I was seventeen years old, there were no crowds or crowds of flowers. My seventeen years old was like a cup of boiled water, colorless, tasteless and plain. The age of seventeen is the prelude to adulthood and the funeral song of childhood. —— "Then why doesn't Achuan dare to look at me?" "Achuan, I know what you are thinking." "No one in this world can replace me or you. I will live and die together with you." "No one understands each other's true nature better than we do." My heart skipped a beat, like a coward whose secret I had secretly loved for many years was exposed. "Achuan, you and I share the same fate, we shed the same tears, and we shed similar blood." "You and I are each other's replicas and each other's control group." "I resonate with your soul. Even if you don't tell it, it will tell me." "I know what you are thinking and thinking will resonate deep in my soul and yours." —— It is said that secret love is a person's chaos, but my confession is a desperate move. The sound of my heartbeat drowned out all my thoughts. Liking is the greatest heartbeat of youth, and confession is to prevent the heartbeat from growing moldy in regrets. —— He said that He Wangzhou and I are like daffodils. I also feel that He Wangzhou and I are like two bouquets of daffodils, except that our roots are connected to each other and we are connected by the same vein. He Wangzhou's shadow in the water is me, and so am I. I love He Wangzhou, and He Wangzhou loves me too. That's enough. —— The color penetrated into the upper skin of my wrist, like a dull knife, giving my flesh and blood a mark unique to me and He Wangzhou. "Watch the river and travel to the island" Looking at the flowing water in the river, the river carries the sandbar, walking together all the way. I am the river water, and I will carry He Wangzhou forward. —— Plato's "Symposium" says that man was originally in the form of a sphere with two faces, four hands and four feet. He was cut in half by the gods and spent his life looking for the other half. He Wangzhou, you said that you and I look so similar, are you and I the ones who deceived the gods? —— My lover closed the memory, and my blood merged with his tears. I wiped away my flowing blood and took the tears from his eyes. I want to seal the chapter at the end of my memory, and my soul will dissipate with the wind. The old chapter is opened again, and the soul returns from the earthly world. As a final touch. I want to tell my lover, "The soul will disperse with the memories, but when you think of me again, my soul will be born with love." A bit of a chuunibyou attack × seduction and fishing system [The character's views do not represent the author's views, thank you (manual rose emoticon)] [Lightning protection: I write garbled characters, practice writing❤️❤️❤️] Intention: Spring comes to dead trees