Her name was Jiang Yun. The last time I saw her was at the funeral three days ago, and of course it was the last time.
I feel sorry for her death, and I am glad for her death.
Talking about our encounter, it probably dates back to 10 years ago. As a transfer student, I transferred to Class 3, Grade 2, No. 16 Middle School, and by chance, I became my roommate with her. She was very beautiful, weirdly beautiful. The eyes are large and the ends of the eyes are slender, making them look dangerous. The nose is not too tall, and the lips are red. Very white, like a fragile work of art. This appearance brought her not only admiration, but also hurt.
She has a bad temper and has few friends. Probably because she and I were roommates, our relationship gradually became better. I'm very curious about the so-called bubbly pink youth, why do these girls not fall in love, ignore everything sent by their admirers, and throw it into the trash can with an expressionless face.
It was not until later that I slowly realized how gloomy this world is. It turns out that not everyone can spend this life safely, and not everyone can live without burden.
Intent: Hope and darkness coexist