——"... Charnes, I have a story to tell next."
When I was five years old, I did not expect that a story about my grandfather [Lombard Jean Byrd] would actually become the starting point of the tragedy of my life.
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——Why would the perfect big brother make such a choice?
Maybe it's because my hand gently pulled the corner of his clothes, holding a glass of hot milk in my hand and about to hand it to him. Perhaps it was because the weather was really nice that day, and he thought it was "just the right warm temperature to answer his brother's questions."
No matter what, these are not important.
No matter what, he ruined my life.
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——"·，，，，，"
"，"
，， You will love it and I will tell you all my stories.
***The flower language of sunflowers is light, hope and salvation.
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——One day, she asked me: "It's just... There will always be a way, right?"
Just looking into her eyes, I couldn't say anything.
[Lombard Jean Bird] Sir, you often say that the world is always full of such things. Birds in cages are always eager to seek opportunities to escape. No one is born a slave. This may be why you are despised.
"Yes, you are right."
"Yes, I think we will definitely get out."
My disgusting, arrogant, saint-like thoughts may have started from this time.
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——I know,
The emotions that take my breath away will one day kill me.
But like I said, it doesn't matter because
I love you as much as I love this world.
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——But if I could meet her again, I think I would say:
"You are more suitable for Bavaria than Basil."
Intention: I love you, that is, I am willing to tell you all my stories.