Childhood is so beautiful and innocent. For the future, for growing up, it is too far away, so far away that the end cannot be seen at a glance.
Therefore, unknowingly, too many "futures" were promised that were out of reach.
I hope everyone can break through the shackles and run towards tomorrow.
Short story be finished
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In the summer of 2023, Lu Qiao returned to her hometown in Hebei, where she had been away for a long time. While cleaning up the old house, a small note fell out of an old book.
The small piece of paper was crumpled and had a phone number written on it.
Lu Qiao recognized it. It was given to her by Xiao Chen Che when she returned to her hometown during the summer vacation of her freshman year of high school nine years ago.
It's just that she lost it at the time, and she didn't expect to find it again nine years later.
She dialed the phone number, but it didn't go through.
What she didn't know was that this phone number had called her in 2018. It was New Year's Eve, and she was happily celebrating the New Year with her family in Beijing.
When the call came, she didn't hear it. When she saw the missed call, she went to call him back, but she couldn't get through.
There was a loud "bang" outside the window. Lu Qiao turned to look out the window. A firework suddenly soared into the sky, grand and roaring, and a brilliant flower bloomed in the night sky.
The stars in the sky fell like fireflies, and then slowly disappeared into the night, disappearing in an instant.
Amidst the lanterns and colorful decorations, the laughter and laughter, and the numerous high-rise buildings, everything became dull again.
Concept: Flowers bloom in sleeves, gathering like willow poplars