When we first met, Xu Qiuye wanted to raise his eyebrows and ask, "Why do you two hundred and fifty bring my bag?!" At the end, Ma Zhe looked like he was going to hit you and scolded you and replied, "Doesn't this mean we know each other?!"
After a year of fighting, Xu Qiuye stood on the balcony of the new dormitory building and looked across. He saw Ma Zhe standing across from him at the door of the dormitory, waving a flashlight to say hello to him. He scolded him for being useless. It doesn't matter if he replies to him.
For the last time, I took a step towards the high school gate that has been coming and going for three years. ——Who is singing, Moscow does not believe in tears!