(The starting point is the Super Microfiction Contest of the Fan Festival, and my entries are shared with you.) ）

As I lay on my desk, I sniffed. Open your sleepy eyes, and you're here. You take out a greeting card and say, "Happy birthday."

Your gaze looks out the window, slightly flustered.

I didn't have time to say thank you, the bell was ringing. The teacher walked into the classroom and told us the truth. Because I have carved our names on my desk.

The teacher said: Take care of public property, you two get up, face to the window!

We looked at each other and smiled......

A sigh, it has been decades.

When I woke up, I was lying in the hospital bed, with gray hair, and you in my dream were smiling like yesterday, forever young.