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A retired shooter with great ambitions and a high-spirited architectural genius
The night she decided to quit her career, she sat on the infield of the shooting gallery until dawn.
She curled up in the corner with her legs bent, staring blankly at the target diagonally opposite her. That had been her most determined goal.
This steady and powerful right hand was once her pride, but now it hangs on her knee like a broken wicker, lifeless at all.
The road of life has become narrower and narrower since then. I am afraid of affirmation, fear of denial, and fear of mediocrity. All I can do is make do and make do.
It was also because of the situation that she moved into the home of the arrogant architect whose name she had only heard a few times. It is said that when he graduated, the three A0 drawings he hand-drawn are still preserved by his alma mater with the highest scores in history.
What she feared most at that time was this steaming, fresh life.
"You and my brother are college classmates?" She asked nonsense.
"Yeah." He also wanted to answer.
"But we don't know each other very well, and I'm afraid I don't know him as well as you do."
"I know." His tone was calm.
"..."
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"This is my community practice," she explains.
"I know."
"..."
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"I live..." She was going home and wanted to tell him her address.
"I know." He took over before he finished speaking.
"..."
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"I learned my shooting from him."
"Has he also thought about becoming a professional athlete?"
"Of course not, he wants to love an athlete like that."
It turns out that he knew all about the present and the past that he kept silent in his heart.
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For better or worse, never forget to experience concrete life.
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During the summer vacation when his mother passed away, Jiang Zhi also transferred to Shanghai No. 1 Middle School.
There, she saw Phyllox for the second time. She recognized him, he was grandma's grandson.
Some people do not stand in the middle of the position, but they will also be the center of vision. The phyllotaxy of the Ye family is, and so is the phyllotaxy of No. 1 Middle School, but the phyllotaxy standing in front of her cannot be the same.
Under the dim street light, the young man blocked her path and blocked the way, "Jiang Zhiye, can you give me a hug?"
"Okay," she said, "but put your hands in your pockets."
The young man did as he was told, putting one hand in his pocket and looking at her at leisure.
"Put the other hand in too."
"Is this so?" He had a smile on his face, enjoying the evening breeze and the sunset in her eyes.
"But like this, what can I do?"
"I'll hold you." She interrupted him, straightened her body, and tilted her head on his shoulder. She saw his Adam's apple rolling, just like her heartbeat.
His arm tended to bend slightly, so she immediately wrapped it around him: "Don't reach out."
He lowered his eyes to look at her and raised the corners of his lips: "Do you like cool boys?"
After her breathing stabilized, she replied: "Well, so I have to be cool from now on."
Tips:
*Part campus, part city, sweet and sad, he.
*The male protagonist is in love straight away and chases the female protagonist the whole time.
*There is no bloody misunderstanding. The heroine has her own order in life, and every step is a conscious decision.
From campus to city.
Purpose: The truth is true.
Intention: No one is perfect, there is always a process.
