Campus Literature, HE
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On the surface, I'm careless, but on the inside, I'm even more idiotic and aggressive.
At the age of sixteen that year, Liu Zhan met Yunlan.
The two of them sat on a branch together, with the afterglow of the setting sun, holding game consoles in their hands.
From summer, autumn, all the way to winter.
"It's said that couples who kiss under the mistletoe at Christmas can be happy for the rest of their lives."
At the age of seventeen that year, Liu Zhan left school.
There are three sayings circulating in school:
[Liu Zhan, who had no strength to restrain a chicken, beat a junior high school student]
[Liu Zhan, who was powerless, burned down the school]
[Liu Zhan, who has no power to tie a chicken, completely fascinated the captain of the school basketball team]
People were coming and going in the high-speed rail station, but they were the only ones standing still.
"This MP3 is for you."
I was eighteen years old and on the streets of Beijing.
I thought it was fate, but it turned out to be destiny, a destiny created by Yun Lan.
"Let's get acquainted again. Hello, my name is Yunlan."
Yun Lan said: Children who look cold and dislike everyone are like chocolate popsicles in the canteen. They are hard and bitter on the surface, but who knows that there is actually a rum-flavored filling inside, making people tipsy.
There was a popsicle in his mouth and a newly charged game console in his hand. Every sunrise and sunset this year has witnessed the seventeen-year-old me sitting on the top of the tree with you.
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Concept: Beautiful love in the new era under the background of socialism