Zhou Qingming has always played an extremely important role in the growth of my youthful and ignorant youth. She made me understand what it means to fight repeatedly and fail repeatedly, and what it means to fight repeatedly after defeat.
This kind of tireless teaching is mainly reflected in her non-stop teaching by word and deed during the three years of high school. Without hesitation, she poured the most beautiful youthful years of her life and all her passion for love on the forehead of Qi Qu, the center of the school basketball team at that time. Perhaps all her enthusiasm was absorbed by the hot summer air during the long process of being conveyed to Qi District. During the three years of high school, Qi District avoided her all the time with a mentality of always being prepared.
Many years later, Zhou Qingming held my arm and bit the fancy straw that came out of the iced milk tea, shook his head and sighed: "What a young man, what a young man. Huanhuan, tell me why I am so fucking unlucky."
I held my chin and looked at the tattered floral tablecloth of this milk tea shop, with the large and small bags she had just bought dumped here and there. I looked at the canvas shoes that I had not updated for many years with compassion from the corner of my eye. I pondered for a long time and said seriously: "Why do you feel so unlucky?" I clasped my hands together in a compassionate gesture, "Female donor, be content."
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