Copywriting①
Nanxiang remembers that when she was sixteen, a young man said to her, I like you.
She remembered that it was very hot that day, and the cicadas kept singing, as if they would never stop. The young man's eyes were clear, and he said word by word: "I like you."
Unfortunately, she said, I'm sorry, I don't like you.
That's a pity, isn't it?
Copywriting②
Someone asked Jiang Si: "How was the first girl you liked?"
Not great, stingy, ordinary, narcissistic.
He seems to be a person without any bright spots.
"Then did you end up together?"
No, which is a bit of a pity.
"Do you remember her?"
It's a bit vague, I just remember that she didn't like to laugh, she liked to swear, and she didn't like to wear skirts.
[Hey, classmate, to be honest, I quite like you.
An ordinary girl and the boy who had a crush on her
Cicada Ming Summer/Written
2022·12·30
Intention: Although the future is uncertain, I will use life as a pen to write down hope.
