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Folklore says that if you make a wish under the Christmas tree on Christmas Day, there is a chance your wish will come true. So every Christmas, tens of thousands of young couples hold hands, hug and eat apples. Zhang Chi, who is forever young and never has a relationship to talk about, certainly has nothing to do with this festival. When I was in middle school, Zhang Chi sat by the window, and Zhang Chi's front desk also sat by the window. The small hardcover apple gift box that the fair-faced girl received on Christmas Day filled the entire glass window. Zhang Chi lay behind with greed and of course a little bit of envy. Until the girl's boyfriend passed by the window, Zhang Chi saw the front table jumping up and down and went out.
The boy held a large bouquet of roses in his arms, and the girl took out a hand-knitted scarf from her bag and tied it on him. After exchanging gifts, they hugged each other. The dark background and dim corridor lights, the homeroom teacher asking for leave, and the right sound of slapstick. And Zhang Chi watched through the window as his mouth twitched throughout.
He wondered if one day I would be able to spend Christmas too. It would be another matter to say whether I was the protagonist or not, but I should at least experience it. But he didn't expect that when he entered high school, he would start to strictly crack down on Christmas and not encourage foreign festivals.
Zhang Chi is now standing under this big Christmas tree that blocks the sky and the sun. He can only think that this shabby newsstand is not open.
Purpose: I want to tell a fantasy story about a group of people. Everyone gets together now and tries to save the world.