That Sunflower

Actually, I don't mean any particular sunflower, I want to write about all of them. How the story begins is not important at all in front of the outcome, just like my willfulness in youth is insignificant in front of my maturity. I am very reluctant to think back on the road I have traveled, because I always feel that I was so stupid at that time that I wish I could slap myself twice now, but I am also reluctant to treat myself like this when I am full of vicissitudes of life. Thinking about it afterwards, we are not the kind of people who are inseparable from each other, but at that time our hearts were tied up again and again because of those inexplicable things. Who hasn't been like this? At least this is how Gao Fei, Li Xiang, Liu Yifeng, Xue Xun, and Zhang Qiao came about. At least in the story I wrote, this is how they came about. That patch of sunflowers.