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PS:
●First person
●Lending account, daily life.
●It will burn after reading. The author has a glass heart. Friends, please don't make sharp remarks (.•́•̀.)
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Luowan Street is a very old street. It goes straight from one side to the other. It is only about a hundred meters long. People in Luowan are used to calling it "Good Food Street".
There are two porridge shops facing each other in the middle of the street. The one called Xiangpiaopiao has been open for more than 20 years, and the one called Good Hope Cape has just been open for six years. Their signs are almost the same, and they sell the same eight kinds of porridge.
Good Hope Porridge Shop was the place where I first worked. There are two rows of pot mouths on the stall, and each row can hold four kinds of porridge. From the perspective of a porridge seller, the first row from left to right is mung bean porridge, red bean and black rice, osmanthus porridge, and white fungus porridge. The second row from left to right is oat milk, coconut milk sago, eight-treasure paste, and rice wine glutinous rice balls. The porridge names on the lids all face the direction of the person buying the porridge.
There is only one junior high school called Xiangtang, the highest-level school in Luowan, where nearly 90% of the students are dawdling, and in the end they either go to vocational school or go out to work.
She is also very good. She went to vocational school for two months and then went to work. During that winter vacation, we briefly spent four days together, and then I returned to Chengguan to prepare for the college entrance examination. I thought these four days would just pass through my life like countless days in the past.
As everyone knows, since then, our story has started intermittently under her gentle care and encouragement.
In front of our elders, we treat each other with respect. I am the gentle and sensible sister, and she is the playful and willful sister.
When the elders are away, she is responsible for speaking, and I am responsible for listening to her. In front of outsiders, she is strong and rational, but I am fragile and sensitive. We would also have little fights, and she would say anything to me.
Slowly, when will it come?
It's a secret that only she and I know.
You can't talk about it, you can't think about it, but you can't forget it.
It has only two destinations, the heart and the grave.
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Gentle and Sensual Puppy x Heartless Peacock
Zeng Libai x Zeng Shiyuan
Intention: Love is willing to let go.