The Lycoris radiata of that year

     (I) Why can't we be together forever?

    Looking at the pot of spider lilies covered in green leaves on the balcony,

    Mu Xiao murmured softly, "It'll be a long time before they bloom." The striking green leaves almost burned her eyes.

    This spider lily was a gift from a strange boy dressed in green. He always appeared unexpectedly; sometimes he would disappear in the blink of an eye, but other times he would appear behind her in the next second.

    "Hi! Manzhu!" Mu Xiao, lost in thought while gazing at the spider lily, was startled again by the boy downstairs.

    "Manzhu, what a coincidence, to see you like this." The boy's voice was clear and sunny.

    A coincidence? He clearly came specifically to see Mu Xiao!

    Mu Xiao blushed: "I've told you so many times, my name is Mu Xiao!"

    The boy looked up at Mu Xiao and smiled, revealing his white teeth: "But I like to call you Manzhu."

    Mu Xiao glared at him fiercely, then hummed a song and ran downstairs to open the door for him. Although he was somewhat annoying, seeing him always made her feel better.

    The door opened, and the boy was already standing in the yard. Mu Xiao was startled: "You... how did you get in the yard?!"

    The boy pointed to the yard wall: "I climbed over!"

    Impressive skills, it's a shame he's not a thief.

    "Shahua, can't you do something normal?" Mu Xiao rolled her eyes at him.

    Shahua walked into the living room and plopped down on the sofa.

    "Do you want water, water, or more water?" Mu Xiao poured three glasses of water and placed them on the coffee table for him to choose from.

    Shahua completely ignored this pointless game and went to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of Fanta.

    "Manzhu, you're so good. Last time I asked you to prepare Fanta, you bought so much." Shahua smiled at her, his face innocent and naive.

    He liked green, and even when drinking, he wanted green.

    "Manzhu, I want to go to school with you."

    Mu Xiao, who was eating potato chips, choked badly and coughed violently.

    "No way, we're not that close..." She didn't want the only place where she could avoid him to be ruined by him.

    'My beautiful and peaceful life! Where did you go?' 'Mumu misses you…TAT…' Mu Xiao wailed in her heart.

    Suddenly, a hand pulled her head up, and then something warm pressed against her cheek: "Smack!"

    Mu Xiao glared at Sha Hua, who was staring at her mischievously.

    "Manzhu…" Sha Hua pretended to kiss her again.

    "Okay, okay, but I have a request." Mu Xiao looked at him helplessly. "Oh, two."

    "What request? Tell me quickly, I'll agree to anything." Sha Hua nodded vigorously.

    "First, don't call me Manzhu, this young lady is called Mu Xiao!"

    "Mmm." Sha Hua smiled cooperatively.

    "Second, don't be overly affectionate, I'm not very familiar with you; third, don't appear by my side unexpectedly; fourth, don't climb over the wall into my yard…Ninthly, you have to do whatever I say. Okay, my speech is over, applause!"

    Turning around, Sha Hua was already snoring.

    Mu Xiao kicked him: "Shahua, will you agree?"

    Shahua rubbed his eyes and looked at Mu Xiao: "Yes, yes, I'll agree to anything."

    Mu Xiao continued eating potato chips, while Shahua stared out the window. The leaves of the spider lily on the balcony grew thicker and thicker, so thick that it was hard to breathe.

    "Three months, only three months until summer..." Shahua stared at Mu Xiao, "Why, can't we be together forever..."

    Mu Xiao, who was engrossed in watching an idol drama, did not notice that he was looking at her: "Shahua, Shahua, look, the male lead is so handsome! The second male lead is not bad either..."

    (II) If I can still remember you after I leave you, how wonderful that would be?

    Mu Xiao, who was home alone, ate a bowl of instant noodles and then took a cup to water the spider lily. Seeing the boy waving to her downstairs, Mu Xiao suddenly felt that this was the beginning of a nightmare.

    Walking in the campus full of handsome boys, he always blocked her view of the handsome men, and pretended to be innocent and naive.

    During class, he would always stare at Mu Xiao, making her skin crawl and unable to concentrate.

    Finally, the dreaded bell rang.

    "Shahua! I'm going crazy!" Mu Xiao yelled at him, abandoning all ladylike decorum.

    Shahua looked at him blankly.

    "Don't disturb my class!"

    "I'm not disturbing you, I'm just looking at you!" she said innocently.

    "Don't look! And stop pretending to be innocent and pitiful! Do you hear me?!"

    "Wow... so this is what Mu Xiao's outburst is like!!!!" exclaimed female classmate A.

    "That classmate is really pitiful, but he's quite good-looking..." said female classmate B.

    "Yeah, yeah... really good-looking, handsome and cute~~~" said female classmate C. "Yeah, yeah~~ I like him so much~~ I've decided: I'm going to pursue him! Don't you all try to steal him..." said female classmate D.

    ……………………………………………

    Privately, the classmates gossiped.

    Mu Xiao was a beauty at this high school, not only stunningly beautiful but also refreshingly elegant.

    Sha Hua, on the other hand, quickly became one of the school's most popular boys, admired by many. He had incredibly fair skin, a particularly cute face, and flaxen hair, giving him a sunny and refreshing appearance.

    But this wasn't enough to attract all the girls' attention, including Mu Xiao.

    Like other girls, she fantasized about a prince coming to find her, a fairytale story. And she felt that prince was Su Qiran.

    She liked Su Qiran, that god-like boy. In Mu Xiao's eyes, Su Qiran's aloofness was a kind of coolness. His aura made people afraid to approach, so the infatuated girls could only admire him from afar.

    But Su Qiran took the initiative to speak to his alma mater, which surprised and excited Mu Xiao.

    Sha Hua had heard Mu Xiao praise Su Qiran so many times he was sick of it. Although he was a little jealous, he was still curious: was this boy really that attractive?

    Finally, his wish came true, and he met Su Qiran.

    Hmm, he is indeed good-looking... but... that face is so familiar... it's him... even if he were ashes, he would still recognize him!

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