"The probability that two people meet is four in one hundred thousand, the probability of knowing each other is four in ten million, and the probability of knowing each other is three in one billion. It is a blessing for a butterfly to meet the breeze, but the breeze cannot take the butterfly away."
In the summer of sixteen years old, butterflies entered the field of sheng flowers that the breeze walked through. When Wen Shiyu first met Bai Zhishen, she thought he was a taciturn bookworm, while Bai Zhishen thought she was an annoying spirit.
Later, she walked into his right atrium uninvited. To put it bluntly, the feeling in her heart was that the calm coat was wrapped in the unspeakable truth. Only Bai Zhishen was in Wen Shiyu's eyes, and only Wen Shiyu was left in Bai Zhishen's heart. No one was willing to pierce this layer of window paper.
For the last time, she told him: "I understand you, you are me..." Wen Shiyu paused: "Best friend"
Later, Bai Zhishen evaporated into the world for no reason. On the night of the sudden separation, she couldn't sleep all night and he was heartbroken. Wen Shiyu hated Bai Zhishen for three years, hated that he didn't come to see her for so long, hated that he walked out of his life without any reason. Later, when dealing with the leftovers of the two people's caffeine, she learned the secret of the expiration date.
"After he left, I became bipolar, as if I was living for him."
"She met him on the worst rainy day, but separated from him on the best sunny day."
Depression×bipolar disorder
The writing is not good and be careful
long be
Updated from time to time
Part of the copywriting source of the first sentence is from the Internet
Adapted from the author's personal experience
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Idea: If the breeze leaves the fragrance of flowers, the butterflies will not suffer so much