This is the nth year since the death of my best friend Huai Bi Gua.
He died so suddenly that I didn't even react when his body was destroyed in the fall, leaving only a desolate scene and those scrawled memories of the past, which were sketched by Huaibi Gua and me, but eventually turned yellow and faded away in my hands.
I read and recited, trying to piece together those memories into their original appearance.
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There is no outline, the content is rather sloppy, just write whatever comes to mind.
First person perspective.
The emotions between the two protagonists are relatively complicated. They are close friends and relatives. The protagonist has no love arrow.
It possesses the charming white moonlight attribute.
Intention: Don't forget the past and rush into the future.