Zhao Yanli had memory impairment, and Yi Bailin had been nagging him in her ear for more than ten years to make her remember him, but Qiao Mo only said, "Hello, little kid." She remembered it for the rest of her life.
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There is a kind of beginning, which is called the beginning of our story...
The company plans to publish a book about first love.
Jin Xi asked her, "Li, what was your first love like?"
Zhao Yanli looked at her with drunken eyes and uttered a few words with difficulty: "The story is very long, but love cannot be achieved..."
Qiao Mo: "I once liked a girl. In order to make her like me too, I made deliberate plans step by step."
Zhao Yanli: "What happened next?"
Qiao Mo: "Later... She finally became my pillow person"
Zhao Yanli: "I am like a stray cat that no one wants, and I also long for a warm home like other cats. Qiao Mo, please pick me up..."
"Why are you here?"
"I'm afraid my kitten is lost, so I'll take her home."
Intention: Because the reality is not beautiful enough, if it happens again, when the sunshine touches me, I will not retreat to the dark corner.