The little things in love between two romantic people.
To me, Huan is like the white magnolia in the spring breeze in February, elegant, refined and untainted by dust.
And I am a plant with roots deep in the filth, longing to break out of the shackles of the earth, but it is difficult for a caged bird to escape.
I am a low-class person, an actor that everyone can look down upon and spit on.
I thought I would live this disgusting life hastily, but Huan came to me with white magnolia on that not-so-good afternoon.
I have met many men who are full of affection for me, but only he has equal love in his eyes.
The first half of my life was chaotic and lightless, but he was my light, and I also watched his light for him.
I dreamed about the past last night, and now I am writing it. I hope to see my old friend again in my dream.
*Demining
prose form
The story takes place during the Anti-Japanese War. Gong died heroically during the Anti-Japanese War. Be
first person
Not Shuangjie (Shou's appearance and identity were impossible in the context of that era)
Intention: Reminiscing about the past and meeting old friends
