No Sunflowers Grow in Deep Alleys

Fu Linchuan (attack) x Shen Qian (receiver) Some reunions Quick demining: chasing husband, amnesia, depression, self-injury, feeling a little dazed Introduction from a first-person perspective (the article is not a first-person perspective): Hello everyone, my name is Shen Qian. My parents gave me this name in the hope that I would have a safe and smooth life and be worry-free every year. But the most upsetting and restless thing in my life was meeting Fu Linchuan. We used to be the best of each other. We walked through the whole old street together, looked forward to growing up together, and promised many, many futures together. He would hold my hand, leave sweet snacks for me, and call my name with a smile, gentle and bright. I thought we would just be like this, safe and sound, and go through our entire youth. Until that rainy evening. A sudden car accident crushed all our tenderness. The chaotic sound of brakes, the broken glass, the cold rain all over the sky, and the moment when he tried his best to push me away. He took all the hurt for me and lay in the cold rain. I hugged him, who was covered in blood, and was so desperate that I couldn't say a word. Later he survived and completely forgot about me. After the accident, the Fu family hurriedly moved, transferred to another school, and completely cut off all contact. It was as if our friendship of more than ten years and that life and death disaster had never existed. And I was trapped in that rainy day and could never get out. I suffered from long-term insomnia and an emotional breakdown. Later I went to the hospital for a check-up and was diagnosed with severe depression. The scars all over my body and the guilt in my heart tortured me day and night. Everyone advised me to let go, but how could I let it go. I thought we would never meet again in this life. But fate plays tricks on people. After I transferred to another school, my new deskmate turned out to be him. He is still cool and good-looking, quiet and distant, strange and polite to me. He doesn't remember the rain, the broken summer, or the way he protected me with his life. I was the only one trapped in the stagnant water that year, holding scars all over my body. He was obviously sitting next to me, very close. But I didn't even dare to say "Long time no see". I pretended not to know each other, pretended to be calm and calm. Every day I sit carefully next to him, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar profile. He forgot all the past and the people he loved deeply. It's just me, never forgetting, suffering alone. It turns out that the saddest parting in the world is never thousands of miles apart. You are right in front of me, my heart is full of you, But you never know me. That rain has not ended, and my youth has not healed. I'm still there, waiting for someone who will never think of me. Intention: In the damp and gloomy youth, we meet with scars all over our bodies, redeem each other with love, and grow wildly in regret.