"All kinds of people and things surrounded Han Xiaoyu like sea water, making her sink in little by little.
She seemed to be having a long dream, in which there was a guitar and sister Min. She couldn't see clearly. Sister Min seemed to be crying, smiling, and waving to her.
But none of that matters now. "
——"Addiction" by Moshanghuazhengkai
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This story is fictitious and any similarity is purely coincidental.
Illiterate people practice writing, thanks for watching.
Purpose: To commemorate the people we always wanted to be in our youth.