
Distance [Campus]
Distance[校园]
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 5k Words
- Genre
- Romance
- Era
- Modern Era
- Updated
- 13y ago
- Source
- JJWXC
Synopsis
1Chapters
2Favorites
937Clicks per chapter
1Comments
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I finished reading this article after having a long chat with my dad. A lot of things have happened around me recently, and just now I felt that things were so difficult, and I just wished for peace. Very touched. Teacher-student love, no, Xiao Xuan's feelings are just secret love. This kind of unexplainable and indescribable feeling can often bring a young man the purest satisfaction and sweetness. Teacher Mo, Mo Xu. Mo Xu, Mo Xu... Xiao Xuan must have read this name more than a thousand times in her heart. However, in the end, the only one who could say it was "Teacher Mo", and only "Teacher Mo". I can imagine the heart-breaking pain when the Mo Jing in my heart and the Teacher Mo in the real world merge into one but have to be forcibly separated. But he had to be grateful for the torturous pain, otherwise the young man might not be able to suppress the screams in his heart. The young man is undoubtedly kind. He knows that this secret love cannot be confessed and will not be accepted by the public. Not to mention that she was a teacher and he was her student, a student whom she regarded as her own child. She has a gentlemanly husband and a sweet and lovely daughter. No one could help but praise Teacher Mo's happy family. He is the league secretary of his class and has excellent grades. Although he is slightly fat, everyone calls him an top student. You were born before I was born, but I was born before you were old. Did this poem on porcelain fired in the Tang Dynasty witness a similar relationship thousands of years ago? Shitou talked a little bit, but due to the power of his writing, he couldn't leave all my inner feelings on the screen. Ling Sha, feel free to watch.