"Classmate Chen, you know, the sound of the wind is the sound of I love you."
"Then I will definitely cover my ears."
Wrong, all wrong.
Because my "" is cheng, not chen! !
For you, under a certain tree, the white school uniform, or the thin and small figure, may be the smiling person, which has already filled your black and white youth with a colorful color.
Mineral water on the ground, paper planes in the sky, childish oaths, ignorant actions, including a fool, made my youth.
I call it regret.
What about you, will I be your regret?
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This is my first work, if you don't like it, don't comment
This story is purely fictitious, and any similarities are purely fictitious!
Purpose: Join hands to achieve a happy ending