I met Shang six months after moving to this city. One day, during a break from work, I happened to join a QQ group. By chance, he guessed the answer to my verification question, and I added him as a friend without thinking much of it.
He was an advertising designer. He was a streetwise thug. He drank himself into a stupor every day. He had not only a First Lady, but also a Second Lady. And so on. I heard all this from other people. I never went out of my way to ask; I learned it in passing during casual conversations. So what did I mean to him? I didn't bother to find out. It didn't matter anyway.
I began to like him. When he said something suggestive to me again, I answered in kind.
In fact, we are missing a lot in the blink of an eye Just like some people who are waiting, knowing that they will never show up again But he still stayed in this city, just thinking that one day he would meet someone strangely
Wang Yiyi?, I can't hold her
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