She always felt like a bird perched in a dark corner, watching the golden sky slowly crawling over her body. The light had its own place, and it would not stay for her for a moment longer. She would just watch the warmth of the light and the slight shadow cast by it go away day after day.
She clumsily drew a rose on the page.
As for the countless stories about roses in the book, she had never read them, but Aunt Zhang from the flower shop often stood at the door of the shop to chat with her and introduce the names of some flowers. And those two syllables are one of the most beautiful.
Roses are always bought very quickly, especially on days when many people dress up. Most of the plants left in the store were other potted plants. Perhaps no one had visited them for several months, and they had slowly accumulated dust. Aunt Zhang would ask her to come in and sit there to wipe away the dust. She had never seen a rose fall to dust.
If the rose has fallen to dust——
No one could write down the answer for her.
She wanted to find out.
"Huh? Why did you fall in love with her? The wood is motionless all day long!"
The Meng Qingyu he saw was not slow.
He saw the girl's delicate and sensitive mind, testing and shrinking, searching hard and finding nothing, but still pursuing her dream persistently. She loves the moonlight, sees the poetry and brightness, restrains her temper, and then approaches it harmoniously.
"You don't know what I really am."
So he froze on the spot.
"Will letting go be the fulfillment?"
She wasn't sure, she couldn't be sure.
If you get too little, you will want more, but perhaps it is rare to encounter someone who is afraid to reach out for it, and it is even rarer to encounter someone who will push people away and put up all obstructions.
A person without chips cannot become a gambler.
But the person opposite put the light on her and put it on her, and still came to her.
Maybe everything will bloom after all.
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She wanted to give herself a dream, even if the dream would wake up and people would disperse.
"But that's youth, isn't it?"
When the front desk turned around to chat, they couldn't help but throw this question to her. Then she would be stunned, smile, and then continue to lower her head and fight against the heavy exercise book in her hand.
How will you bloom under the moonlight?
*Some are real and some are outrageous. All issues regarding setting are put into the worldview. From the perspective of technology and other aspects, it is probably the timeline of the near future, but the human concept is the present.
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