The curling wooden leaves fell with the departure of the scorching heat, and the classroom of the third year of high school was infected with the laziness of autumn. Cheng Feng was sleeping on the untidy desk, his fine eyelashes cast the silhouette of the crescent moon, and his pursed lips were slightly upturned.
This year is the most unforgettable year for Cheng Feng. . .
Wrapping the phone in his hand, Cheng Feng looked at Li Weiqi's photo in trance. Maybe I will keep this photo until the college entrance examination is over, a hundred days, a year, even ten years, or a lifetime. . . . . .
(Adapted from a true story)
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