"He died in the spring of 1949. The day I received the message was a beautiful day and the sun was shining brightly on Rosamond."
My name is Xu Nianhua, a Chinese born and raised in France. Many years ago, I thought I would spend my whole life with my father in this manor called Rosamond, spending silent afternoons among the rose bushes, hiding my secret love for my nominal father in classic novels.
Later, under the magnolia tree in Shenhai, I read my father's poems and understood the broadcasts on the radio, and never returned to France.
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A wonderful idea born from the self-study classes and derivatives on scratch paper during three years of high school
PS: There is more than one emotional line and the plot is fragmented.
Intention: There are thousands of love
