Her youth is like a black mole.
His youth was a pair of black-rimmed glasses.
Young crush is like holding a lemon in your mouth and biting it repeatedly, the sour juice flowing all over your mouth.
But they still refused to let go and tasted it happily.
Fortunately, fate took pity on them and linked their lives together, so that he finally had the opportunity to say to her: "Classmate Yan'ou, can we officially get to know each other?"
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You are a bird, not a poultry, and you have the courage and ability to break through the sky. May you pass by thousands of lakes, rivers and seas, fly over thousands of green hills and mountains, see the prosperity, honor, disgrace and desolation of the world, and finally inhabit that mountain called "yourself". The college entrance examination goes well and you get what you want.
——Zhou Yuhu to the tern
2025.10.9
PS: A 66,000-word short story about a slightly sour two-way crush. The heroine has a growth line.
Concept: The purpose of love is to make people better
