The first time I saw him was in my mother's hospital, his ward was dark.
"Hello, my name is Yuliang and I hope to be your friend."
My mother would ask me to bring him a bouquet of flowers every day, which were very fragrant.
He said his name was Liang Chao, Chaoyang Chao.
We climbed up the snow-capped mountains, looked at the sunset in the distance, and quietly felt that the people next to us were no longer breathing.
Liang Chao likes Yuliang, Yuliang likes Liang Chao
Concept: We will all become flowers