"Ahem, hello, classmate Wu, I am Yang Zixiao, nice to meet you." Yang Zixiao took advantage of Teacher Xu's writing on the blackboard and turned his head to look at Wu Rui who was flipping through the book. He stretched out his fleshy little hand and introduced himself with a smile. Wu Rui paused for a moment, slightly raised his face that never seemed to smile, glanced sideways at Yang Zixiao, nodded slightly and whispered: "Yeah."... Whenever I close my eyes, it feels like I'm in the same room as It was a long, long time ago when I first met you, and the days I spent with you always seemed like the same day again and again. Touching the sycamore tree that fell into the water after the rain, drop by drop remained in my eyes that gradually lost sight of your back. Maybe as time goes by, it will gradually stop hurting.
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I have loved you for thirteen years.
(I gave up if there were no readers. Maybe President Farming Gold Finger is what everyone likes.)