Little Z found that his deskmate was really good at talking.
He said, "I want it from you."
He said, "He's so handsome."
He said, "Oooh, I cried so loudly."
He said, "You are so cute, you are so small."
He said, "Call Xiao S, Xiao S is a fool."
He said, "What's yours is yours."
He said, "Come closer, and the whole thing is yours."
He said, "Believe it or not."
He said, "I really like the puppy, and I really like you."
He said, "Stop crying."
He said, "It's not always possible to meet a kind-hearted person like me."
He said, "It's so comfortable, why don't you continue."
He said, "It's like scratching an itch."
He said, "Why don't you give me room to develop?"
He said, "Yes, yes, it's your puppy."
A short story, a fishing essay, focusing on a plain and dreamy sweetness.
Intent: friendship at the same table