Campus/Group Portrait/Old Times
Liang Xifan has tasted all the spicy food in his life.
Separation, separation, displacement.
We argued and knelt down.
Later, in a foreign country, everyone was separated from their relatives, and I was lying alone in the hospital with a diaphragm, and all I could think of was that winter.
The dark blue sky was covered with fine snow, and it was covered with mist.
Students in blue and white school uniforms crowded the stairs and corridors.
Contrary to the crowd, she just looked at him from a distance.
Li Xingran, a well-known and good student, walked from the crowd and walked up to her.
He has fair skin and dark, soft hair.
It is not taboo to light up a cigarette in school, and the blue and black eyes are marked with Tuoluo.
He stared at her silently for a long time, his eyes turning red.
The choking smoke dispersed, and he raised his eyebrows slightly: "I still know that I will come back."
That year was 2011.
Beijing is still very cold in winter.
Li Xingran was still in high spirits, and Liang Xifan, who had just arrived in Beijing, wanted to go to Shichahai.
There is still time for everything.
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She asked him in 11 years.
"Li Xingran, why do you always have to take care of me?"
Even in 21, he gave the same answer.
"My mission."
Mission.
A gentle voice.
He smashed it solemnly into her heart.
1V1 double first love
First draft 22-11-08
Second draft 23-1-25
Concept: A story about the growth of boys and girls
