Undifferentiated schizophrenia (Fucheng) × congenital heart disease (Ji Xianyu)
The cold tombstone is a rainy summer night. Fucheng used an umbrella to cover the bunch of primroses, and when he removed the barrier of the umbrella, the rain immediately wet his body, but he felt the refreshing feeling that had not come.
He half leaned and half leaned on the tombstone, and carefully took out a comb with a red bean pendant from his clothes. As if he was possessed, he looked at the crooked inscriptions on it: Exquisite Dice An Hongdou, I miss you so much.
Once again, the feeling came out of nowhere.
He saw it,
He saw that night,
Ji Xianyu shed tears and smiled,
Pointing to his heart, he told him: "The flowers here are about to wither."
Got sick.
Intention: Give them more care