
Stop, That Little Pottery Master
by Liu Ansheng
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The words of love should appear vivid when they fall on the paper, and the emotions should appear real when expressed on the tip of the pen. She didn't even know how many handwritten love letters she had written, but they were all returned one by one, and there would always be a cold sentence on them, "I don't like you, don't do this again!" Meng Ziyang sat behind her when he was in the cram school for the third year of high school. She thought that she had echoed her thoughts, but she didn't expect that her deep love would be wasted. At dusk, she asked Zhong Yu, "Is there anything I did that wasn't good enough? I've obviously worked so hard, why doesn't he like me at all? Why doesn't anyone like me?" Zhong Yu lay comfortably on the beach and replied, "Yes, I like you. I have liked you for a long time." "I like you, very much." "But you clearly know that I like other people! Why do you like me!" "Because you are the only one who still remembers my name." Wang Yi smiled and touched his hot cheek, "You're not awake yet!" [Half cruel and half sweet, a little taste]
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