On the morning of late autumn in 1995, the postman stood at the door of Zhang's house and slapped the door painted with vermilion paint.
Zhang Pingyao picked up the photo and said to it, "Did you know? The photo of your bicycle that I secretly took is still in my wallet. The book you gave me is still on my bookshelf. And the song you forgot at my house I still listen to it every night, it's become a natural thing. I really want to know, did you miss me after you left my house? I guess not, otherwise, why didn't you know my home address?
The tears on Zhang Pingyao's cheeks were stained again.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew up the paintings that Zhang Pingyao had placed in front of the grave. The Isabellas were flying in the wind, and the unfinished half also used its half of wings to fly forward desperately, flying to the distant shore.
She saw that the Manzhushahua plants were in full bloom on the other side.
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