Open a hole by chance. He Qing and Cheng Xuan met again at his school. This time, they had a formal opening statement. He smiled and said: In a few years, he will not be able to remember what I look like. The evening breeze blew gently on his cheeks, but He Qing did not answer. In just two years, those forgotten emotions and those inexplicable contents swept over him.
I was originally going to write "be", but I didn't expect that it ended up being "he"...
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