Twelve-year-old Yan Xincai was sitting in the flower field, once again imagining that she could end up in this lily bush. Suddenly, a pair of small hands holding a big paper crane appeared in her eyes.
"Little brother, I've seen you many times. What's your name?"
"... Yan Xincai."
"Colorful appearance?"
"Xin, thank you for your hard work."
"It should be the star of the stars. Brother Xiaoyan is my muse!"
Muse carefully put away the paper crane and gave the boy an unskilled but sincere smile, which he did not see again for a few days.
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After taking a break from school for a year, Yan Xincai returned to Lingjiang No. 1 Middle School for her sophomore year. Her new deskmate was an art student with smoky blue hair. He raised his head without interest, but when he saw him, his eyes widened. He looked more excited than winning the lottery.
"You are brother Xiaoyan!"
Mo Liao just ran rampant and squeezed into his life, trying to bring him back to the blue sky.
Being too close to the sun is both dazzling and painful.
But he didn't want to let go, the moon would not be burned.
If you are too tired to be dragged along, then try to move forward by yourself. Those tiny and harsh sounds have gone away, and the floating soul has finally settled down.
"Brother Xiaoyan, you are stained with my color."
This is the freedom that truly belongs to him.
It is not expected to be very long. It is a short article written without any knowledge or common sense. It is very clumsy and has no connection with reality. Please don't criticize me.
Probably Green Tea Crying Bag 1 × Low desire to survive without knowing it 0
It's a very vulgar redemption story. I'm in the process of drafting it.
Intention: written blindly
