Many years later, Fu Yunjiang dug out a screenshot of the note on Weibo, which he rarely used:
I lied many times about him.
The first time I pretended to be calm and denied that I liked him, and in a panic I admitted that I had liked her for a short time.
The second time was when I pretended to be his military advisor and wished him to catch the girl he liked as soon as possible.
The third time was when he confessed his love, I said, "It doesn't matter if the friendship boat capsizes, we have a father-son relationship."
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The third to last time was when I ran up to him after the breakup and said some annoying love words, but said it was a big adventure with friends.
The penultimate time was when I pretended to be generous and told a mutual friend that I had given up.
For the last time, I didn't lie.
I don't like him anymore.
Everything has been buried in the third spring of acquaintance, no longer remembered, only for memorial.
She was stunned for a moment after reading it. She was so naive. What kind of nonsense is memorial service? Forced rhymes? Suddenly a sentence came to my mind,
It's just a moment of youth and heart palpitations.
It begins in early summer and ends in early summer.
It's just that her youth was in the spring when flowers were blooming.
—/See Chapter 1 for demining + fill in the holes slowly
Mission: Youth belongs to struggle
