[Fleeting Tea House] [This article is dedicated to the Class 9 I love]
It has been three years since the sweet-scented osmanthus bloomed for the first time. Just as I expected, on the day of separation, no one seemed to cry. The bubbles of soda tumbling in the stomach made no sound. I sang the two songs whose words I couldn't remember clearly, and I just smiled and said goodbye to each other for the past three years...
Do you think it's the writing style above? Think beautifully. When others smile, one smile can captivate a country, and another smile can captivate a city. And we smiled and said goodbye... It's just a few more sets of emoticons... I'm just going to tell you how this group of weirdos got into trouble in the third grade of junior high school...
So are you ready? Come into my fleeting teahouse and wait for me to tell you the story [doge face]...