I want to paint a translucent sky, but I can no longer paint it as clear as crystal from the inside out, and so mesmerizingly blue. ——Blue Shuangcheng
When I was twelve years old, I met a girl named Mo Xiaowu. She smiled and pulled me out of the darkness. Later, I still can't forget how we ran and played among the glorious rice fields.
When I was fifteen years old, I met Xia An. Later, the boy I thought I would never forget completely forgot about him after that night. "Xiao Wu, am I very heartless?" "No, Shuangcheng is very smart, you just don't want to remember certain things." This is my Xiao Wu, the Xiao Wu who sees me so thoroughly.
But, you don't know, Xiao Wu. I was indeed a heartless child.