The story of red flower syndrome and flower vomiting syndrome. The former died of this disease at the age of 17, while the latter's disease was cured on the former's 15th birthday. After he recovered, he sought medical treatment everywhere to help him cure his near-terminal disease. When he knew the only way, he cried. He did not expect that there were so many opportunities to cure his disease before, but he did not choose to hurt him. He chose to silently endure the flowers blooming from his right eye and growing in his right eye. After everything passed, he woke up and found out that everything was a dream, just a revolving door before his death. He thought that if he hadn't helped him up before, he would not have died. After thinking about it, he laughed at himself and thought, what if he didn't help him up? What about that parting? What about the time you spent at the same table in primary school for six years? Do you want to throw it away? Thinking of this, he looked at the tombstone in front of him. It was the tombstone of the protagonist of that dream. He hugged the tombstone and said, "Little Yezi, my brother is back to see you. Do you miss your brother..." On that mountain, there was a person, hugging the tombstone, dying with a smile and tears in his eyes. But at the moment of death, he traveled through time, to his childhood...
Intention: There is no intention, it's all because I want to write, what's wrong?