[When I was cleaning up the room in early March, I accidentally found a few pieces of yellowed paper. They should be one or two chapters of a novel written a long time ago. The writing was probably very poor. I still want to keep it in another way, and if possible, I also want to continue to complete it. But many things haven't been conceived yet, so I'll just update them as the occasion arises. The possibility of updating is also very small...]
This is the story of classmate Xiao Lu and the white shirt.
"I wish you good spring, summer, autumn and winter."
"The stars and the moon are always bright, but it's a pity that I will always be dim."
"You are Xingyue."
"Only the stars and the moon can illuminate the world. I don't want to be the stars and the moon. I want to be a lamp and stay by your side."
(There should be a sub-line, which does not account for much.)
If I really want to finish writing this novel, it may take a long, long time. Take your time and write a few words when you are free, happy or unhappy. This is the real meaning of my attempt to write a novel.
Intention: The flowers will bloom and we will always be warm.