Auxiliary Police Career in Lucheng

Wu Yi stretched out his hands, caught a few small white snowflakes and admired them as if he had found treasures: What cute little snowflakes! It is more crystal clear than a drop of morning dew, more dense than the slightest drop of autumn rain, and as flawless as jade chips, making people unable to put it down. Many years later, Wu Yi saw a text written by the girl who was transferred to another school: Get lost in the memories, not with them, but with you. I miss the summer of that year, free and warm, young girls gently testing. We are in a free world, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and your figure is always in my sight; we are in a small dormitory, and the lights in the room are dim in the evening. I don't know whether it is you or July, which makes me so hot that I can't breathe.