Introduction:
By chance, I opened this diary that had already fallen into dust. Turning over the first yellowed page, I suddenly remembered that this was the memory I had with him for twenty years.
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Snippet:
Charles climbed to the only unnamed tree in the yard. He just sat there quietly, with his back straight, silently looking at the bright moon.
Even if the hot wind blows from time to time, blowing the leaves, messing up his trousers, and blowing the black hair, he will not move at all. He just sits there quietly and upright, sitting on the branch of the tree that cannot be named.
At that moment, I thought I loved him very much.
Love him very much.
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*Shameless literary old aunt × Shameless sunshine boy
*This original story is purely fictional. If there is any similarity, you will be considered as copying me.
*There is a relatively shallow exploration of some natural and humanities in the UK. But about going to school in the UK and stuff like that... I'm sorry, I'm someone you'll never get in a UK university.
*Thank you to the cuties who clicked on this!
Conception: