Gu Xizhi met Cheng Nian in the early autumn when he was 16 years old.
The girl's bright eyes shone through the turbid rain. She lay on Cheng Nian's slender back and felt at ease for the first time.
In the middle of summer when I was 17 years old, I saw the moss-covered corner of Qingxiang Road. The hot and humid air and the orange-red sunset glow on the horizon.
"I like you," Gu Xizhi looked at Cheng Nian, feeling full of anxiety.
But the other party smiled stupidly at her, his eyes full of himself.
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"My mother said we are perverts," Cheng Nian lowered his head, not daring to look into Gu Xizhi's eyes.
"Do you care about the world's opinions?" Gu Xizhi asked her, with a hint of crying in his voice.
"I care."
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"Gu Xizhi, the roses have bloomed. Are you back?"
"Gu Xizhi, I lost you."
Those who attack cheaply and receive thunder will go around
(I love Gu Xizhi so much)
Intention: growth