Draft of "The Hedgehog"

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Would you envy the love between birds and fish? Or, it sounds beautiful, but that's all.
No one can live in a fairy tale all the time, blindly being stupid, getting himself covered with bruises, and then being full of pessimism and loss, so that in the end he is like a hedgehog that pricks everyone at the sight of it.
Why bother?
Snow scenes are rare in southern cities. When I climbed over mountains and ridges, passed through steel forests, and traveled on a women's motorcycle, when I arrived in Anyang, I was pleasantly surprised to encounter snow. I heard that the local area had not seen snow for more than ten years, which made me secretly happy. Maybe it was God's will. Just when I was about to let myself go and wash away all the trouble, this sudden snow seemed to be a gift from God.
Come on, please hit me as hard as you can, I will bear the coldness silently, and then freeze completely.
My name is Qi Dongcao. The so-called winter grass has both the coldness of winter and the tenacious vitality of green grass. "Old Princess" Zhao Qingwei is parasitic on me with her dreams. She cannot be so arrogant that she will not be stained by dust, nor can she be strong enough not to beg for mercy from reality. Fortunately, she met a good man like Uncle Nie, otherwise she and I would have been living adrift.
But a month ago, I was tired of the same thing day after day. Uncle Nie gave me a stable life. I had no shame in living up to his kindness, but Uncle Nie, who has always been keen on people, noticed what was on my mind, and he easily figured out my thoughts. , did not speak on the spot, but the next day, he told me that everything was arranged. I would transfer to the school where I was born, and the sooner I left, the better. He would try his best to hide Zhao Qingwei from me until she could no longer catch up with me.
I gave Uncle Nie a long hug, and finally, like a doting child, I buried my head on his chest and muttered: I love you, Uncle Nie.
This middle-aged man, who was always gentle, held my face in his hands, with the kindness that an elder should have on his face: "I love you too, son, I will spend my whole life loving you and your mother."
It was an expected answer, so I was irreversibly lost, but I forced myself to smile and shout.
"Uncle Nie, it's great to have you"
Yes, you always make my life turn around and make me believe that hope is ahead.
But this day will eventually come, and I will leave your protection and move towards the front without you.
This is both my destiny and my way of survival.
Meeting you on the way is God's will, maybe it's just memory.
Farewell, really farewell, we will never meet again.