Literary edition copy:
Before I met him, my life was as lacking as a piece of white paper, and every stroke of thick ink on it was engraved by him.
My life is as plain as a pot of warm water, and the firewood that boils me was added by him.
The copywriting of the demon version:
At that time, the man who caused the nymphomaniac in the class to scream sat next to me, rubbed his elbow against me, and asked in a casual tone, "Hey, deskmate, what's your name?"
I raised my eyes and stared at this guy who disturbed my sleep, and said in a dissatisfied tone:
"Shanghetu"
But his pleasant chuckle came to my ears:
"What a coincidence, my name is Qing Ming."
"Oh." I yawned and responded perfunctorily. When I lowered my head, I caught a glimpse of the faces of others who were blushing because they were suppressing laughter. Finally, my slow brain was pulled by a strange thread, and I pondered carefully for a while, wait! ! Qing Ming Shang He Tu?
'Along the River During Qingming Festival??! '
I'm going! ! ! Did you do this on purpose? …
Hey hey hey! Don't always look at me with such ambiguous eyes, the uncle is a man! A man! Straight!
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