Those memories about high school are pure and beautiful. Even if we lose them, we are always growing! Ignorant love, ignorant desolation.
"What flowers do you like?" Mingxiao wrote on the paper, then touched Lianfeng's back with her hand and handed the note to her. Chatting with notes is something that I never get tired of in high school, and what I write down may be the most accurate expression of my heart. Lianfeng quickly replied, "What is your favorite flower?" Mingxiao smiled, but Lianfeng didn't see it. Mingxiao said that he likes sunflowers, just like he yearns for sunshine and freedom. Lianfeng felt that he appreciated this boy more and more. She replied: "Hyacinth, I won't tell you the reason, hehe". The chat continues, but the notes filled with words are always ruthlessly torn up or lost in a corner.
Conception: