Time had an agreement with yesterday, and their missed feet were paved with fate.
"Brother, do you know? She won't come tomorrow, and she won't come today or after..."
"I once believed that fate is about gathering, joining, and intersecting. It wasn't until you passed by me so profoundly, lying drunk under the moon and pouring wine that I realized that fate is about separation, separation, or disappearance..."
Time speeds up and walks to yesterday, knocks on her right shoulder, stands on her left side, and smiles: Hello.
"Wei Yuanxin, are you from Peking University Drama Club?"
"Chen Yiyu is indeed a famous person."
Shi Shi held the cup of coffee that was still warm and raised his eyebrows slightly to look at yesterday in front of him.
"Although we are not from the same school, I am still a senior. Shouldn't you call me: senior?"
"I think you are a little different from the one on the poster... Well, you look much better in person than in the photo."
Yesterday, relying on the shoulders of time, the teardrops just slipped down his palm.
"Feihate, Yuan, and Qing. You only leave me these few words? Also, how do you pronounce the word after 'Yuan'? What does it mean?"
"If you believe that people are not as good as before, who can live up to their original intentions?"
Shi Guang looked at yesterday's appearance indifferently, lifted her chin, and spoke softly in her ear.
Because of the drama, we became friends, and everyone parted ways after the song ended.
"All stories are the same. They begin with a long sigh and end with a short sigh."
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