[Chapter title adopts Jay Chou's song "Sunny Day"
If there is any offense, I sincerely apologize]
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Is the person who grew up with you still there?
When they were young, two happy children crossed a clear stream barefoot.
Raindrops slid down the tiles, like wind chimes.
Only one person was left to listen to the babbling tune.
Thousands of twists and turns.
"Fang Yu, we are getting better and better."
Ps:
First person short story be
Straightforward description, general writing style
Intention: I am always clear
