[Short writing practice story]
The butterfly flutters its wings and flies through the jungle of desire. At the end point that the sailboat cannot reach, there are hands grabbing the drowned dead leaves, and a gust of wind blows through the fields of honey fruits.
Who will meet whom, who will fall in love with whom, the goldfish in the fish tank said, it is all bubbles, but the butterfly living on the other side said, the seasons are eternal.
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Artist x screenwriter
third person encounter
First-person inner letter delivered to nowhere
From early spring to late summer, from namelessness to loneliness
A cheesy love story? Would you like to hear it?
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"Then what do I look like?"
When Chu Qi answered Xie Yifan's question for the first time, it was from the perspective of a bystander. At that time, no one could have imagined that there would be a future.
When Chu Qi answered Xie Yifan's question for the second time, the twilight of the small town was frozen on the photo paper. The pink clouds on the horizon covered the vast land and mountains, and the throbbing heart buds sprouted the feeling of spring.
When Chu Qi answered Xie Yifan's question for the third time, the figures in the spotlight were scattered, and in the dark corner, he thought they still had something to come.
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The summer that Chu Qi wants to forget is the treasure that Xie Yifan has missed for many years.
The waves, strange rocks, and rapeseed fields in the South, the snowy nights, fireworks, and candied haws in the North City...
In all corners of the world, time is slipping through the cracks, and Xie Yifan can't find a reason to throw away memories, just like Chu Qi can't find an excuse to pick up the past.
But at least, at the origin of the story, we held hands and walked through every bus stop in the small town.
Intention: to cut off old dreams and continue life