[First time posting, primary school student writing style, please proceed with caution]
[10,000-word short story, first person, don't comment if you don't like it]
Childhood:
"Hey, let's make a painting together?" Yuan blinked.
"Let's call it "Yuan Luan's Dream"!" Luan smiled.
One year later:
"Yuan, I'm getting married." Luan said.
They are all called Phoenix, Luan and Iris. How can a small flower be worthy of the noble Qingluan Phoenix? Yuan laughed at herself.
Decades later:
"Wow, that's Miss Feng Yuan, the famous painter!" Someone shouted, causing neighbors to open their windows and poke their heads in.
Yuan smiled, Luan, I am finally worthy of you.
Luan Yuan has a dream, and when the dream wakes up, people disperse.
It's already too late...
Intention: