Lang came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums.
This is a novel I wrote when I was a senior in high school. At first, I was inspired by a classmate's silk screen rose. Later, I slowly conceived the outline and woven it out with relatively relaxed words.
At that time, there was heavy academic pressure, endless exercises and papers, teachers' earnest instructions, and parents' ardent expectations. It was impossible to say that I was not nervous. Thinking about it now, maybe that was the most fulfilling time in life.
Now I am publishing it online, firstly to congratulate the Chinese New Year, and secondly to commemorate the gone high school era that people love and hate at the same time. I still remember someone saying that love on campus is the most innocent and far away from the world.
This is just a short story, minus the minor details, and only tells the story of the two of them. Even the dialogue is only a few sentences. Maybe I can't win everyone's love, but I still appreciate everyone's eyes on it. Thank you all.
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