In the most eye-catching position on the desk is a pure white transparent photo frame, on which are blooming the smiles of six girls filled with youth and confidence. The background is only a huge emerald green artificial turf playground.
The girls wore the same monotonous school uniforms of different sizes, but they had their own charm. Some of them were standing shoulder to shoulder in a natural yet awkward way. Some were standing and smiling obediently, some were dancing exaggeratedly to steal the spotlight, some were stepping on their feet and were about to curse but had to keep their poses, some were pouting and not to be outdone in provocation, some were pretending to be dignified and looking at the camera, and some were acting cool but even more 2B. They stood together and smiled so beautifully.
In front of the photo frame, there is a girl holding a latte in hand and staring at the photo with gentle eyes. The corners of her mouth are curved in a beautiful way. Just like many years ago, when she hurriedly took photos on the runway filled with many memories, her heart is full of moist emotions.
It's been 4 years, the girls I loved, how are you?
The girl's eyes lingered on every face in the photo, and finally focused on a line of small words.
The person who wrote it must be a beautiful girl, her delicate and elegant notes were written smoothly in the lower right corner of the photo.
The words are beautiful, but the words are very painful——
Those flowers are scattered to the end of the world