——What does Guan Yaoyu look like?
Seventeen-year-old Song Wushu lived in an old community. At that time, the uncle's house upstairs suffered frequent water leaks due to aging pipes. He lay on the mat and watched the white walls peeling off, feeling that his life was slowly rotting away.
——Until he met Guan Yaoyu.
Song Wushu met Guan Yaoyu three times.
The first time was when he first entered high school. He was sitting by the classroom window and saw with his own eyes the notorious orange cat in the flower bed surrounding his feet, begging for ham sausage in a coquettish manner.
Song Wushu withdrew his gaze and turned the pen in a circle between his fingers. He was so good, he thought.
The second time was in the evening after the final exam, when the sunset had burned through most of the sky. In the empty teaching building, he hid in the bathroom and secretly wiped his tears.
Song Wushu leaned against the wall in the corridor, with tissues and cigarette cases in his school uniform pockets next to each other. He waited there for a long time, until he heard the rustling sound of nose blowing, then he lowered his head and left.
The third time was in the pavilion in late spring, when he and a girl were laughing together. The tip of his nose wrinkled slightly, he sneezed a little, and complained softly about how catkins were flying everywhere.
Song Wushu paused, and his fingers holding the collection of questions unconsciously tightened. The sun was annoying, so he turned and took a long detour.
——It turns out that I already have a girlfriend.
And later, on a thin summer afternoon. The bright sunshine poured into the living room, and Guan Yaoyu was lying in his arms making trouble, her fingers were like little people, and she was dancing slowly on his arm.
What does Guan Yaoyu look like? Song Wushu thought.
——Low temperature boiling point
Let him suddenly boil at an ordinary moment.
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·The essence is a slow-paced, sticky love fairy tale
Intention: Tomorrow will be better
