"This classmate? Am I incomparably handsome?" Liang Youcai said with excitement.
Someone said thoughtfully, "Yeah, handsome."
"Are you in the second year of high school?" "Yeah" "Which class are you in?" "Class 3" "What a coincidence, so am I. Let's come together, new classmates?" "Okay."
Even if such an encounter is ordinary and silent, the silent wind can't help blowing and touches the hearts of some people. Strange and wonderful emotions quietly grew up. The love-hate disputes in their youth and their growth in society may be bitter or difficult, but for them, in the end, they are all unique and unforgettable memories.
"Brother Zhuo, I'm still alive, right?"
"Liang Youcai, what are you afraid of?"
"Brother Zhuo, I miss you even when I think I'm going crazy. Even if it's just one second, one minute, one day, no, one day, it's too long, and I'll feel very uncomfortable."
"Liang Youcai, haven't you come yet? Hurry up, I'm afraid I'm going to fall asleep..."
"Liu Zhuo, I found you."