I originally thought that he was a nerd and a bad guy. He would introduce himself in a formal manner, "My name is Dong Xiaobei, the dawn of dawn, the north of north."
Only later did I realize that I was so wrong. He was never a nerd, let alone a bad guy. When he was ruthless, he was ruthless than anyone else. He could be ruthless to others as well as himself.
In my memory, he was so gentle, looked at me tenderly, said, "You have lost weight", and then kissed me tenderly.
In my memory, he was so stubborn, stubborn and beaten for me, but he didn't tell me the truth.
In my memory, he was so proud, and he decisively handed me a book with my name on it that he once held in his arms as a life-saving straw, and said word by word, "Return the book to you, I don't want it anymore."
In my memory, he was so indifferent, and he calmly warned me, "Be passionate, stop polite."
The heat is real, but it can't be stopped.
I'm not gay, because I didn't like any man before Dong Xiaobei, nor after him, and I don't even like women anymore. Loving him is a disease. This disease can lead to death.
Now we are separated by two hemispheres and eight time zones apart. Thinking back on his exquisite appearance, Xiaobei, I have too many little dirty secrets.
Without you, I don't know who to share it with.
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This is a lazy person who only knows the Engel coefficient and will never add a link.
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