[This is a novel written by the author when he was thirteen years old. It has a dark history and is cautious.
No matter from which aspect, Zhongwanjun, Xia Tumi.
Gently break off the two simple dividing lines. They are people from different times, but they meet again by chance. Maybe they are not in love at all, just know each other. What is love, weeds and clouds, blue sky and black soil, what is like, syrupy peach, the bitterness of cocoa beans, like is more literary and hazy than love.
They may not be love, but habits or dependence.
Xia Tumi: I hate the dust in this world. It reminds me of some bad things.
Zhong Wanjun: I can admit everything I know.
I watched Ultimate Class 2 a year ago and fell in love with the talkative boy who always liked to be a shadow.
I wrote a novel for him. Even though it seems very naive now, I love that boy.
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Pfft, this article is a piece of dark history, I don't know how to put it.
Not too long ago, I picked up this account again almost a year ago. Anyway, there are new articles updated.
New article, please stamp.
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