"Your name is special."
"Mo Le, originally called Mo Le, I like the word 'Le', but Mo Le just doesn't want to be happy, so my dad changed it to 'End'. I hope I don't want to live a boring life."
"Sheng Yu, your parents must love you very much. Shan Yu, this name is very good."
"It sounds like a girl's name, and they still laugh at me as 'surplus'."
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"Mo is dead."
"?" Sheng Yu looked at Yu Yu with disbelief, "How is it possible? I was still building a snowman with her when it snowed!"
"Sheng Yu, she is really dead. She died in winter... Was she cold..."
Mo Lei died, she died in winter. She thought summer was a beautiful season, and she didn't want her friends to have bad memories of summer. When she thought this way, she laughed at herself and said that she took herself too seriously. It was just a death. Who would remember it?
Some people remember that every year when it snowed, Sheng Yu would meet a similar snowman in the square where Mo Liao and she were building snowmen together. She would read the letters Mo Liao wrote to him, and write a long letter on Mo Liao's memorial day and burn it in front of her grave.
He couldn't believe that a girl who had been with him throughout his youth died when he was 18 years old. They had known each other for more than five years.
In a dusty box, there are letters written by Mo You to Sheng Yu since he realized that his mental state was not good. Each letter begins with "Sheng Yu, I hope you will be successful in everything" and ends with "I'm sorry, Sheng Yu."
Intention: I want to try sadistic writing
