That year of green onion, the years are like freshly fried French fries, with a sweet and simple smell, fragrant on the outside and crispy on the inside, soft and honey on the inside. When you eat one, there is still a little bit of salt on your hands, like stars in the sky.
"Can we be together?" She blinked her red eyes that had just been cried and looked at him. He had no choice but to say, "I'm sorry, I don't accept your reason for being with me." She stared at him, and there were still their playful figures in the depths of the sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance.
"Can we be together?" The young man who was flying on the court took off his jersey and put it on her body, hugged her and whispered softly in her ear. She looked at the bright smiling faces around her, remained silent, and nodded.
"Can we be together?" At her brother's wedding, she wore a white dress and became the bridesmaid for her future sister-in-law. When the bride and groom exchanged rings, the best man quietly grabbed her hand and put a ring that belonged to her on her ring finger. She looked at him, smiled, and cried.
At this point, there is no place for youth and the dust has settled.
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