Luo Qizheng and Yuan Zili walked side by side on the school road, feeling like they had walked into a long memory like the sound of a flute.
Luo Qizheng remembered that he once wrote a novel "Bad Love". The first paragraph of the novel seemed to be written for Yuan Zili——
"When I saw Xia, she was sitting on a stone bench on the gray-green lawn, like a straight narcissus in full bloom.
That's the lawn we used to come to often. It's located at the end of the school road.
Shaded and surrounded by green trees, it is a good place to fall in love.
I staggered towards her, trying to control my excitement and walking like a gentle breeze.
Xia smiled slightly at me, a little reluctantly. Her eyes were big, and she didn't know whether it was because she often stayed up late or shed tears. The circles under her eyes were slightly dark, as if she had applied eye shadow. But I'm sure she wasn't wearing makeup.
She has slight dimples when she purses her lips or smiles. Her light makeup makes people look as if she drank the wine in her dimples and is a little dizzy. "
Luo Qizheng felt that he was too humble in front of Yuan Zili, but his words became delicate, gentle, and tender in front of her.
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