"Sure, I'm just being sentimental, Miss Qiao."
The drizzle when we met, the thunderstorm when we parted.
Everyone said that was the time when they fell most in love. Although, it only lasted nine months.
Enough. It was enough for the two to only recognize each other.
After eight years of separation, they reunited in Lincheng.
Was it planned for a long time? According to Aixisheng, no, it's just a coincidence.
Just like the first words I casually said to her many years ago: "Watch the road, classmate."
Or maybe it was the sentence in Lincheng: "Get in the car and see you off."
"Relax baby, it's just a competition. Mom and dad are applauding you in the audience. Come on, Xiaowu."
Ai Xisheng looked down at this scene, curled his lips, intertwined the fingers of his left hand with his wife, and looked towards the center of the stage.
Qiaomir showed his face gently, lowered his head, took out his mobile phone from his coat pocket, turned on the camera and started recording.
The woman once asked the man beside her pillow: "When I was in college, what did I look like to you?"
Ai Xisheng pulled the woman's waist back with his right hand and got closer to her: "It's quite tight, and a bit tigerish."
Work well and live well. Remember to love yourself.
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