When we first met, he was smoking in the corner and peeking from the shadows in the distance.
Duan Zhiyu was like a mouse, watching him from the shadows for eight years, watching him change from the favored student of heaven to a bad student in the teacher's words, watching him live in confusion, and watching him gradually forget his original self.
He didn't know why but subconsciously walked over and said, "Students are not allowed to smoke."
The sun was shining brightly as the boy crossed Phnom Penh. He took out his cigarette and put out the cigarette butt. Duan Zhiyu heard him sneer. His cold and clear voice was like the wind in the mountains in the morning. His voice was a little hoarse due to years of smoking. "Good student, you have too much control."
He left without looking back.
Duan Zhiyu was still dreaming about his moon turning around in his heart.
(This is the attacker's perspective before we get together)
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It was the first half of the senior year of high school, one night, his birthday.
I can't remember the details clearly, I just remember that the moonlight shone thousands of miles that night, the white moonlight draped over his body like a wedding dress, and flowers symbolizing love were planted around it, which was very similar to the scene when his moon married him.
The young man's figure is picturesque, and his bright face makes him look like a charming god who cares about all sentient beings in the moonlight. He raises his thin lips and speaks slowly, "Good student, do you want to fall in love with me?"
He was extremely excited when he heard the moon's words.
He is in love with his moon.
The moonlight is short, the bright moon sets, and the rising sun rises.
Discovered, he could not find his moon.
(The attacker's perspective during middle school love period)
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Demining: The author's writing is terrible
We will be together, but we will be apart for a long time
Don't look at those who can't accept being unclean
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Intention: None
