I want to raise a cat named Nian Nian, because there are plenty of fish every year.
I want to have this day with you every year, and the present day every year, and I want to keep my words with you every year.
The yellowed library card, the erroneous graduation thesis, the sharp financial market analysis report...
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It was six or seven o'clock on the fourth floor of Yuejing Mall. There were scattered figures, mixed with the bustling children's soft chatter, and it was very lively. Even though it was sunset, the mall was as bright as day.
Jiang Ci walked towards the girl sitting at the door of "Sijin Alley".
"What a coincidence, Teacher Nian."
Nian Ziwei raised his head after hearing the words and looked at the man in front of him in shock. He was wearing a crisp suit, a slightly loose tie, and two buttons unbuttoned. He appeared in front of him exactly as he did two hours ago.
The girl was a little panicked. At this moment, her clothes were too lazy in comparison, black flip-flops, black "barb" casual shorts, loose black T-shirt, oh, it was still strapless...
He covered his shoulder blades and said nervously, "Hello, Mr. Jiang."
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"Hey, you don't know yet?!"
Jiang Ci looked at the girl in trance. Did I miss something?
The girl said with an indifferent expression: "Senior brother, I'm afraid that you have too many things to do!"
Jiang Ci thought to himself, "Where did I offend this little ancestor again???"
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The room smelled good of vegetation and water, and there was a faint warm light beside the bed. Nian Ziwei loosened the tie of the man on the bed, looked at the eyebrows that were drawn together, and the bridge of his nose was high...
I seem to have been watching you like this, watching you compete, watching you give speeches, watching you play basketball, watching you write reports and graduate defenses. It seems like I have watched you for many, many, many years...
"You don't even know how long I stared at you like this..."
The man moved without opening his eyelids. He stretched out his hand to pick up the person beside the bed. He protected her head with his right hand, put it close to her chest, stroked her hair and spoke slightly.
"I know, I know everything."
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A short story about secret love, escape from redemption and happiness
Intention: If you never forget it, there will be a response