In the corridor at noon in the first year of high school, a friend said "sheng shi xu" from a distance.
The hasty departure was repeated in my mind one night when I fell in love with Sheng Shixu.
She thought maybe we should have known each other a long time ago
The first time she saw him was the first throbbing of adolescence, the first time she met Sheng Shixu's eyes. The cicada chirping in midsummer accompanied by the sound: "sheng shi xu." Brought her back to her wandering thoughts.
That was the first time she saw someone she liked when she was young, but she didn't know anything, couldn't explain it, let alone how to name that feeling. She only knew that she always involuntarily circled her face with her arms, and then looked at him smiling with her eyes exposed.
At that grey-faced age, Xu Nanzhi knew clearly that she had never been beautiful, but she just happened to have good-looking features. Like the lingering spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River, it blended silently into the early spring, so she often smiled slightly. Under every carefully carved arc, there was the delusion in the girl's heart.
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