On the playground under the scorching sun, Jiang Yinzhi kept sweating on his forehead. He vaguely saw a little girl running over in the distance. "Yinyin, would you accept it if someone confessed to you?" I have been solo for more than ten years since kindergarten to my third year of high school. It's not that I don't want to talk, but it's because no one can impress me with sincerity. "It depends on my mood." Wang Wei doesn't seem to understand my answer very well.
"What if it's Yang Xibai?"
"Who is he?" Wang Wei's hand suddenly pointed at someone. I saw the boy's tall back, close to 190cm tall, and said casually.
"It's pretty good, almost my cup of tea."
Intention: Regret to complete a chapter of my youth