Everyone knows that Cheng Qing likes Fu Jingling, and everyone knows that Fu Jingling doesn't like Cheng Qing. In the autumn of that year, Cheng Qing met Fu Jingling, who was wearing a white sweater and reading a book seriously among the falling red maple leaves. Eighteen years old is green, youth is in the rainy season, I look at you, but I am not in your eyes.
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