Your Childhood Sweetheart, My Bamboo Horse

Is this him? Is it the enemy that I have hated so much that I have been grinding my teeth since I was a child? Is it that little kid who keeps shouting "Fat Zhang, Fatty Zhang" behind me? Is he the "pig intestine" who hid the first love letter I received in elementary school, threatened to report my puppy love, and scared me into nightmares at night? I rubbed my eyes hard with my hands, in disbelief! At this time, he was standing in the sunshine, with his hands behind his back. The breeze shook the branches, causing the golden light to sprinkle countless spots on his shoulders. I have to say, he looks very... Handsome. My instinct is to run away. He saw what I was thinking and quickly stopped me: "Fat Zhang!" When I heard this, I turned around angrily. But the moment I looked back, I was stunned! The golden young man standing behind me quickly produced a large bouquet of light yellow flowers picked from nowhere, and handed them straight to me. He smiled and said to me: "This is a wild rose, isn't it beautiful? Did you know? Artificially cultivated roses will not bear fruit, but wild roses will grow delicate red fruits."