"Love is just a high fever, and missing you is a cough that will never get better." - Li Zongsheng's "Song to Myself"
Pan Liangtiao Shunwen is a gentle writer × ENFP rich second-generation artist
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Teacher Xia lived to be thirty years old and was always very respectable - he came from an intellectual family and graduated from a top university. When he was in high school, his ID photo was hung on the wall of honor on the campus wall to express his love for him. When he went to the cafeteria to eat in his freshman year, he was asked seven or eight times on WeChat. After graduating with a master's degree, he stayed in school as a counselor and was chased by students for more than half a year. Later, he became a full-time writer. When the editor found out that he was gay, he resigned angrily.
But he never imagined that the second time he reunited with his ex-boyfriend, he would vomit on his new Dior.
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Speaking of which, the second child of the Qi family is indeed the most ideal friend in the industry. He comes from a good family, he is righteous, he has a lot of fun, he has many tricks, and he doesn't have to take care of the house, so he spends a lot of time going out and fooling around. It's just a little strange that in all these years, I haven't seen him have any boyfriend or girlfriend around him. Some people say that he cannot forget and cannot get out. It's quite nonsense. These rich kids are just trying to be fresh, how can any of them really hang themselves from a tree?
After Qi Er came back from the United States and settled down for a few months, his friends finally took advantage of his free time to make an appointment with someone to go out and hang out. They didn't want him to bring his family members with him. The brothers are waiting eagerly, maybe it is a beautiful foreign girl who is 1.8 Meters tall.
"Where are the family members? Why did you bring Xia Jiu here?"
"Oh, let me introduce you again, Xia Jiu, my old classmate and also my boyfriend."
It's extremely cliché to say that dog's blood breaks the mirror and restores the original prose.
Intention: Love concrete people, don't love abstract people.
