"When we first met, your deep voice, the slightly raised corners of your mouth, the casualness with which you turned around and wrote your name on the blackboard, and the disdain you looked down at the group of new high school students under the podium, this scene became a long shot of our encounter in my memory.
During the three years of high school, the slow-paced game of "I care about you, you ignore me, you care about me, I ignore you" lasted for a long time, but more often than not, I should have lost. In the past three years, in my memories, there are mostly scenes of sweetness, bitterness, bitterness and spicyness. Guan Pei, tell me, do you want to coax me well in the days to come?
In my first year as a college student, I finally had the honor to receive your invitation. Because of your invitation, did you know that I left my good brothers behind, and my good brothers cooked fried rice specially for me? You are so slow, should you adjust your speed next?
By the time I graduated from college, you had left the stage. However, I still had no chance to confess my feelings, and you just continued to talk as before... Do you mean we should continue to slow down?
I have become a newcomer in the workplace. Just when I was about to unilaterally end the slow game for so long, you suddenly accelerated and interfered with my progress. In the next time, will you resume the slow game? "
——Fang Xu'an