Five years later, whenever Jiang Jinghuai opened his mouth to call Lu Youyou by name, she wanted to laugh. It was as if he had just come out of the classroom and was waiting for her at the door, and only five minutes had passed.
“I really like you. I don’t want things to stop there.” “What a coincidence. Me neither.”
Love is so short and lethe is so long. Love is so brief, and forgetting takes so long.
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I always feel strange, isn't my surname Jiang? Why is it called Mr. Gu?
Can you see my last comment?
Ahhhhh, I was so dizzy while riding in the car that I forgot to come up and talk about it. I took the car home in the afternoon and didn't have time to update. I may be coding very late tonight. Everyone goes to bed early and will check it out tomorrow, okay! 😘
Damn it, evening classes are too annoying
Well, spread the flowers, you're late
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, swallow my comment again
Spread flowers ~ After my bike was stolen, I walked to class resolutely, with a serious face
I had something to do in the city today. I came back at this time. I am very tired and want to take a rest. Everyone, go to bed early and see you tomorrow!
Hug, our dormitory is quite far from the school. I bought a bicycle and used it for one semester, but then it was stolen before school started. I feel so sad.
The time is up to you~