Maybe the scenery at the back door is not so unique, but I seem to particularly like looking at it, as if my soul is comforted by looking at it. It does not have the bright moon in the mountains or the beautiful sunset, but it reminds me of him with its unique Tyndall effect. I am the colloid in the air, and he is the light that makes me tangible.
"Look at the other guys' abs. I have them too. Do you want to touch them?"
"Thanks no interest!"
"Okay then, if you're interested in going to the canteen, I'll treat you to some Oreos."
"Let's go"
"Can I have a chance to be your boyfriend?"
The sound at the scene was too noisy. Wang Zhiyao pulled Song Yi. She stared at the tear mole on his face and trembled her eyelashes. Then she saw his Adam's apple. Song Yi's Adam's apple had a special feature: there was a sexy black mole on it, which made people want to kiss her.
"Can you say it again?"
They met again in that snowy winter, obviously in the same city, but only a few kilometers away. But after they walked for five years, in every silent night, Wang Zhiyao would always think of the boy who took her to the canteen to buy Oreos every day. In the final encounter, a thousand thoughts converged into one sentence: "Song Yi, I'm here to answer you."
Intention: Positive and uplifting