That year, it snowed for the first time in winter. Zang Yue stood under the apricot tree in full bloom, sitting on the ground in a blue-gray gown. He gently stroked the Yao Qin, his face indifferent and distant. Under the windy window, I lay quietly beside the window and watched quietly, for fear of being discovered. For a long time, he moved his lips slightly and called me Shengsheng, and I thought it was eternal life.
I will always remember the sentence: "I would die nine times in exchange for a sheng."
Concept: A tacky, pale love that can't be missed.