At that time we were young, at that time we were young, and at that time our beating heart beat all the most beautiful fireworks in the world. In the most beautiful time, Qingqiu met Lu Yichuan. The boy in white standing quietly at the door of the classroom shines brightly like the sun, brightening the entire sky.
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Qingqiu stood next to Lu Yichuan holding a pen, but he didn't seem to notice her appearance. The soothing evening air suddenly began to feel rushed. Qingqiu looked at the angular side face, focusing on the tip of the pen, making her prepared words disappear from her mouth. But... Qingqiu squeezed the pen in her hand, her palms slightly sweaty.
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I met Lu Yichuan when I went home during the May Day holiday. Later, the two of us went drinking. He was drunk, so he said... He also said...
What?
He misses you.
It suddenly started raining outside the window, and the rustling sound was very much like the sound of Lu Yichuan rubbing a pencil on drawing paper.
Memories suddenly came to her like a flood that opened, swallowing up Qingqiu's mouth and nose, swallowing up Qingqiu's breathing. She seemed to have returned to that rainy evening. The young man looked at her with clear eyes and said to her, Qingqiu, let's go to the south to listen to the rain together.
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