Andersen Script

"What does like mean?" He looked at the smart girl in front of him with a stunned look on his face, his eyes darting around with nowhere to rest. Zijie secretly rejoiced. A few days later, he fell into a whirlpool of rumors, and the culprit was the girl he had caught before. "Those who are clean will be clean themselves!" The girl's explanation was confident. Zijie closed the textbook and looked out the window. He turned around and his eyes were blurry and tender: "But? Are we really innocent?" The slightly deep question made the girl panic, and her heart was filled with thoughts. She became angry and smashed the card in her hand on Zijie's head: "Don't always ask such difficult questions." ＊ In the eyes of the world, Zijie always looks thoughtfully into the distance, but little does he know that what he is looking at is not the sky, but looking back at the way he came from, looking for his lost self and the lost girl. The hard search has yielded results, and it will be seven years before we meet again. The two knew each other's feelings well, but they were no longer what they used to be. The cold reality extinguished the original enthusiasm and taught them to grow. Seeing Aini swaying, Zijie no longer forced himself to say the confession that was seven years late. ——I don't know since when I have an indescribable obsession with you. I want to go to the movies with you; I want to go to an amusement park with you; I want you to appear in my life and re-recognize the world with me, only with you and only you. We are not old yet, but we cannot be any younger. A scheming man x a silly and funny woman Small theater Aini took off her school uniform, put on the long dress she had treasured for a long time, and secretly opened her mother's dressing table. Looking at the dazzling cosmetics in front of me, I clumsily imitated an adult and applied foundation on my face. She put on bright lipstick and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked slightly playful and charming in a way that was inappropriate for her age. Her first bold attempt was just for the first date with the boy she loved. Under the blue sky and white clouds, among the green mountains and green waters. The two walked side by side along the river embankment, occasionally playing and quarreling. The breeze blew through the girl's skirt, tugging at the boy's heartstrings. They tacitly maintain a distance that is neither far nor close to each other, and always keep the other party within their sight. The palm of your hand is within reach. They, who did not believe in gods and Buddhas, knelt under the Buddha statue and devoutly made blessings to each other. The gorgeous fireworks at night lit up the entire sky. Mu Ran looked back at Zijie and stared at him with a smile, and he must have noticed his makeup. "Does it look good?" Aini looked expectant. Zijie was a little embarrassed: "Want to hear the truth?" "Of course!" "She looks like an opera singer!" Aini, who was so ashamed, squatted down, buried her head in her arms like an ostrich, and cursed: "Then why didn't you tell me earlier? If you had told me earlier, I would have washed it away, causing me to be embarrassed everywhere!" Zijie was a little dissatisfied with what she said. He leaned against the railing and said reluctantly: "Why do you see it? I like it!" Aini raised her head and looked at Zijie's arrogant expression, which looked a bit like the domineering president in the novel, "You? Is this... A confession?" . Sister-brother love . Everyday writing, group portraits Intention: Intention to be added