"Just tell me if she is your girlfriend." I continued to pester him in vain, giving full play to the gossipy qualities hidden in my cold and noble genes. "Little girl, don't tell me that you are an uncle, your little boyfriend will be angry." Teacher Song raised his eyebrows, his expression was both narcissistic and shy, but as charming as Chaoyang.
I asked the old man why Lycoris never bubbled. He smiled, showed his sallow teeth, and said very irresponsibly: "Xiao Maotou, don't keep calling people Lycoris. Try its stage name Bianhua, or its French name Manzhushahua."
I never imagined that my little boyfriend was actually so impulsive, that he would disregard his own future for the sake of a troubled young man. I had never imagined that my teacher Song was so infatuated that he traveled across the ocean just for a girlfriend with some brain problems.