There was a man in the dream. He could hear him walking through the long corridor, touching his face gently, and talking to him softly, as if he was in his ear. He couldn't see the man's face, he could only see the long windbreaker that covered his knees, and his long and thin hands.
When I woke up, I found that I had lost half a year of memory. When I asked people around me, they kept it secret. He didn't believe it. The man in the dream was so sad, as if he had spent his whole life talking.
What's the point of old times if you are not in the memories.
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Is the math teacher aloof? It's all bullshit! Yesterday we talked about the difference between teachers and students, but today they kissed!
The story of one great god and another great god.
No matter what lies ahead, I will fight through the thorns and thorns, just wait for me!