I am Tang Tang, but I don't like Tang poetry or candies.
Others will call me Xiaotang, and of course, occasionally there will be a few different names, such as Li Gao's Little Red Riding Hood and Nan Yu's teasing princess a long time ago.
But speaking of them, it's really been a long time since I last saw them. After leaving, I haven't returned to R city for a long time.
Now, I still live in the most prosperous area of City B, but I am no longer the proud princess. My nine-to-five job is enough to prove that I am just a small speck among millions of people.
Life is so busy that I rarely think about my high school days.
This time I remembered it because I passed by a certain school's anniversary when I was going to the hospital. It was very lively, just like in my memory.
There is no shortage of boys in white shirts like those in my memory on campus, and there is also no shortage of proud girls.
Looking from a distance, everything looks beautiful, right? It's just that her gray dress looks out of place.
What would you do if you could go back to that day again?
Would you like to dance again?
Or grab everyone to say goodbye?
Or do nothing at all and let everyone only remember the vivid memories.
There is still a small cat-shaped brooch in the gap of the handbag, and the words that have not yet been spoken make the whole story lose its reason to continue from the beginning.
That's fine too.
There is no need for that snow to say goodbye, and there is no need to go back to that day and repeat the story again.
Everything, just wait for the new story to start.
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