The clear sun reflects the green bamboo, and the bamboo decays in the spring rain
My name is Qingzhu. One week after I finished my college entrance examination, I had a car accident. They said that I forgot someone.
Facing the psychiatrist, I unexpectedly found a number on his head. It was bright red and it was three. I told the doctor truthfully. The doctor said that I was seriously ill and asked me to be hospitalized as soon as possible.
Three days later, the doctor died due to an accident, and I looked in the mirror and saw the number on my head. It was a negative number. Could it be that I was a living dead? ! I wanted to go back to the ward with complicated thoughts, but I stepped on a banana peel and fell heavily to the ground. My eyesight went black.
When my sight returned again, I saw the familiar high school campus in front of me. I was wearing a blue school uniform, and the sun was just right. Through the glass, I saw my appearance. It was a young, refreshing boy, with the appearance of a sixteen-year-old green bamboo.
Qingzhu was stunned, and came to the class in disbelief. It was bustling, and everyone in the class was getting to know each other. Shen Zhu was familiar with these people, but there was a dull, silent, beautiful boy sitting in the corner. Qingzhu didn't recognize him, so Qingzhu went up to say hello.
The young man didn't seem to expect that Qingzhu would come directly to him. After listening to Qingzhu's self-introduction, the young man answered.
His name is Chunyang
Purpose: Cherish the people in front of you