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That summer, on a hot evening, two teenagers were sitting on a bench.
Zhang Ping rubbed his hands and asked uneasily, "Niannian, if I leave one day, will you look for me?"
Dou Nianhe bit the apple core and turned to look at him, "Then, do you want me to find you?"
"That's probably what I was thinking about." He looked at the insects flying under the street lamp and nodded solemnly.
"Okay, then I'll go find you. I'll definitely find you!"
Intention: The red thread that has been firmly tied together since childhood will never be separated.
