While writing this article, I listened to "Halfway" by Sit Kai-chi over and over again.
The tall buildings where it has rained, the wind before dawn, and me when I wake up.
The endless reading dreams are written into novels in daily life.
"My friends around me were marinated in pickles a few years ago or even more than ten years ago. Every time I meet a new friend, they will question me within a few days: You, Su Xiaoman, are twenty-eight years old and haven't been in love yet? Is this the behavior a physically and mentally sound girl should behave!?
Oh, no, I had a crush on the boy next door in elementary school. She said with a straight face, "I even kissed him."
——Wow, our little iceberg is actually a precocious person?
Hey, she looks sweet. Su Xiaoman's first kiss, if you must say so, was given to Aunt Huang's daughter-in-law next door when she was in the fifth grade of elementary school. She was a boy who was less than two months old and so tender that everyone who saw him wanted to take a bite. "
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