When hugging becomes a disguise,
As it should be, how much imagination was stolen.
True heart, where can I place it?
It's too late to even think about it.
People come and go, bustling.
In this human theater,
How much truth, how much reluctance,
One moment of happiness, one moment of absurdity.
——The Human Theater
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One day, at the dinner table.
Professor Cheng took a sip of wine and said calmly: "You didn't take my class on purpose..."
Zhou Zhengyan touched Professor Cheng's wine glass lightly: "That's not possible, it's all arranged by the school."
Cheng Yimin glanced at his old man: "I did it on purpose."
Okay, Professor Cheng thought with a sad face. He thought it was someone else's pig that had eaten his cabbage, but he didn't expect that it was his own cabbage that came to his door.
1. (Attack) Zhou Zhengyan* (Receive) Cheng Yimin
2. HE
3. Newcomers, I would like to express my gratitude to the girls for their support. Everyone is welcome to give your opinions. Don't be shy, okay!
Intention: Carry the truth and embrace the imagination.