In the past, the prosperous children, the stream and the sky, the young peach and plum blossoms, scorching with brilliance, as happy as nine springs, the chimes folding like autumn frost, looking forward to the beauty, talking and laughing, exhaling fragrance, holding hands and waiting for love. We have been wearing the same clothes for a long time. We are willing to be two birds, flying together, making clear vows to never forget each other. (Bl article, lighthearted and funny short story, guaranteed to be a scam)