"Yan Xiao Yan Yan"
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Seven years ago, on the eve of graduation, she left a message on the title page of my classmates: The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun's gift to me - a gift to a student.
Seven years later, I walked the same path she walked and returned to my alma mater, No. 3 Middle School, as a trainee teacher. When we met again, she had a clear smile. What I cared about was the dazzling base of her left middle finger.
Does your heart belong?
I pestered her to ask during an ambiguous night not long after, and she leaned against my heart and said with a tearful smile, "Yes, that night in your dormitory."
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Pure short essay.
First person main attack
Fulfill my sweet dream one night.
Intention: When I grow up, I will be good enough for you