Tong Xiao has two sweethearts who accompany her through two five years of her life respectively.
Five to ten years old, eleven to sixteen years old.
When she was seventeen, two bamboo horses were by her side at the same time, and three different lines intersected to form a scalene triangle.
The heavy hammer of fate fell beside me, and the aftermath was enough to shake the youth in the future.
She is a bystander and an authority.
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Jiang Liang: "When I think of you in the world, I am not lonely."
Thousands of lights are on, welcoming the new year. Just after midnight, fireworks were set off from every house.
Tong Xiao slipped out of the noisy living room, temporarily getting rid of the congratulations from relatives on her college entrance examination.
She lay by the bedroom window watching the fireworks, the evening breeze sat with her, waiting for someone who couldn't wait.
"Happy New Year." She murmured softly as the last spark fell.
"Tongxiao!"
A familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded from the window.
The finale of fireworks rose into the sky with sharp screams, and the dazzling beauty burst out, reflecting the grand flowers in Tong Xiao's eyes.
Under the street lamp, Jiang Liang looked at her with a smile, just like the young boy he used to be.
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Ran Senyang: "It's impossible for her to leave me. She just thought she would leave."
Tong Xiao has always been jealous of Ran Senyang, who is a typical "other people's child".
However, he was not like this when he was a child, and it would not be an exaggeration to describe him as bad.
He pretended to be crazy and acted stupid, which made several teachers cry.
He kept on playing tricks, cheating people out of food and drink at the canteen.
With his eloquent tongue, he could always make his classmates willingly hand over their pocket money...
The colorful neon lights shone into Ran Senyang's eyes, shining brightly, reflecting the childlike figure.
He smiled and stretched out his hands to her, "Actually, I'm not as bad as you think."
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This article has elements of suspense.
Intention: The intention needs to be supplemented
