"Chang, I hate disgusting love words," the girl's eyes were like black pearls, firm and deep, "but I want to tell you that I love you, and because I love you, I love this world."
The mountains are covered with maple leaves.
It is autumn, and the ginger maple melts into the red color all over the mountains and fields.
"I want to grow up with you."
"Hang yourself with a hook, and it won't change for a hundred years."
"Okay."
The wind blows and the leaves fall, and the girl's broken hair goes with the wind.
The maple leaves are very red, and Jiang Feng's ears are even redder.
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Zhang Chang returned to the county ten years later and completed the demolition procedures for his hometown. The old house is dilapidated and covered with dust everywhere. Zhang Chang found an old photo in the drawer of his desk. A boy and girl aged sixteen or seventeen years old, with the youthful joy on their faces, seemed to be a relic from the last century.
Ten years later, Zhang Chang thought he had almost forgotten it, but that was obviously not the case.
The girl's hands were small, and her thumb was a circle smaller than his. The feeling from the skin to the brain when the two fingers touched was like being shocked by electricity. He would never forget it in his life.
Be, a short story about general cruelty and two-way secret love.
Intention: Study hard and make progress every day