Would You Like Some Roasted Sweet Potatoes?

[All members be + two-way redemption + rush + little abuse] Chen Ce: "She is a good student, and I am a stinker. Zhou Nai started to have bad luck as soon as he met me." In the summer of May, the chirping of cicadas was accompanied by the fragrance of gardenias. White school uniforms and black T-shirts passed by each other. Chen Ce grabbed Zhou Nai's wrist and said, "Don't go." The boy's frustration was clearly exposed in front of the girl. Before this, he wanted to tell her that everything would pass. When parting, he said to her: "I will come back to cheer you up when you take the college entrance examination." The next summer was still hot, and the red palm print left by the boy on the girl's wrist had not faded, and the white school uniform and black T-shirt never rubbed shoulders again. Zhou Nai: "As long as you are willing, I will go with you." I was a columnist responsible for writing a youth pain literary magazine, and the year I met Mr. Chen Ce was when I encountered a personal financial crisis. Fortunately, Mr. Chen helped me through the difficult times. I will now write down Mr. Chen Ce's youthful years and memories of the past on paper to express my gratitude. If you have read this far, you know what he did.