This scheming senior stood on the stone steps five meters behind us, showing his scissor hands with a bright smile. Under the sunset, his hair looked like blooming golden albizia flowers.
One afternoon that summer, he walked out of the sunset, wearing his unique evil smile, and walked towards me who had just been splashed with mud by a big truck. At that moment, he was indeed handsome, but his handsomeness was quickly lost in his laughter...
The weather was still very cold occasionally. At that time, he was slightly bent over, holding a snow-white popsicle in his lips that were slightly purple from the cold. He simply said "Yes" with a nasal voice.
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