"The mountains and moons don't know what's going on in their hearts, the water and the wind are so empty that their eyes are dazzled."
When did it start? Jiayu thought.
Maybe it started from the postcard from Jiangnan; maybe it started from when she knew that the processed pirate ship was ready when he left home two months ago; maybe it started from him carrying his schoolbag and shouting at the opposite door, "Stinky turtle, do you want to go?" "Class is on"; or it started when she called him to pick her up when she didn't bring any money for dinner at Huayuanju, and she didn't forget to scold her when she saw him running and sweating profusely; or it started when he was giving her extra lessons, and she still remembers when he was concentrating on solving physics problems. Sometimes, the small shadow cast by the eyelashes under the light; it could also be that it started when she fell down the stairs in the amusement park and broke her calf. He turned pale and didn't reply to her philosophical theory for the first time, and ran to the hospital with her on his back (this idiot doesn't even know) Take a taxi); or it started when he told her that there was a Taiwanese female writer named Sanmao who had a heart that loved freedom; or it started when he walked in the continuous rain and stretched out her hand to hold the "Sanmao's Wanderings" in her hand for him.
At that time, she liked him.
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