Complaining is love, convulsing and nagging is love.
Even with a pseudo-literary title and pseudo-literary copy... It's actually still a happy complaint.
A high school story about a gentleman with two-parted reflective glasses, long braids, white hair, a swindler, a red-eyed curly little seaweed tea egg, a bald good guy, a bubble gum red-haired pig, and the great black-faced god and his master... And other cannon fodder ABC...
So I said that it was about the passionate high school, high school.
Then sigh for Li Hai's boundless love.
I remember all the choking sounds, like the sound of a tortoise stumbling up and its shell colliding.
I remember all the gasps, like the sound of bees flapping their wings to stir up the air.
I remember all the sobbing, like the sound of insect eggs breaking through life and exploring their footsteps.
I remember all the uneasiness, like the sound of the air breaking and even the water droplets blooming.
That's why I came here to remember the sounds of your tears, your laughter, your sadness, and your loud thanks.
All the roaring sounds that rushed into the eardrums and went straight to the bottom of my heart were intertwined into a network... And then fragmented.
I just believe that our encounter really happened.
Then as for the copywriting... It turns out that the copywriting is still incompetent.