When I was a sophomore, I chatted with my high school desk ll. She told me a heart-stirring puppy love story about her ex-boyfriend. She sent me more than a hundred long voice messages on WeChat. The plot of the story was compact and the structure was clear. Her writing style was very interesting, so I followed her tone and wrote "Look, it's all you who started the story".
Who doesn't have a girl's heart? We have witnessed her journey from crush to lovelorn to reconciliation to complete breakup. As a melon-eater, I wanted to see what the male protagonist looked like several times, but I always missed it. My tablemate Pippi had already seen him several times and I still didn't know who this person looked like, so he got the nickname "Look".
It's quite amazing when you think about it. I was a pure passerby who couldn't even match his face, but I wrote a long song about his dead sadomasochism. What night is there without a moon? Where are there no bamboos or cypresses? But there are few idle people like the two of us.
Intent: A pleasant episode of campus life, a crush story from the perspective of a bystander.