You are not a fish, how can you know my heart?
---Fu Shi
That year, he met him.
The little Fu Shi met that lonely boy during the season when the pear blossoms were in full bloom...
It seems that I can no longer remember how desolate the wind was that year, nor when the pear blossoms filled the courtyard that day. I can only vaguely remember him when I first met him.
The boy was extremely good-looking, and his gentle face was completely different from his own. Such a young man is full of despair and sadness, full of ambition and hatred, and cannot hold back the sharpness in his eyes. A man who is flamboyant but not enchanting.
The white pear blossoms often brushed against his moon-white gown, and he always hid under the tree farthest from him to peek at him dancing his sword. The young man's moves were ruthless and sharp. He tightened his grip and made cracks on the withered bark of the tree.
"Have you seen enough?" The young man turned his head and slowly put the sword into its sheath.
The wind blew and a pear tree fell.
Fu Shi quietly walked out of the mottled leaves under the dead tree, with a pure smile, but like the dazzling light in the mottled shadows, it burned the holes in the young man's eyes.
"The flowers have fallen..." Zisangfushi suddenly raised his head and smiled towards the high sky.
The young man picked up the floating flowers in the air as carefully as if he were holding something cherished, but suddenly felt like laughing.
He smiled for the first time in front of him, and it was also an unforgettable time for him.
He thought that a young man who cherishes things like this must be a kind-hearted person.
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