In the summer of my second year of high school, my father arranged for me to transfer to another school.
I flew to Sydney during the holidays and he let me integrate into a new family
I don't know how to get along with foreigners either. But looking at my stepbrother, who is tall and strong but has an honest and silly look, I suddenly felt that it was nothing. He doesn't even speak English fluently... He doesn't need to talk much
So there is no talk in the cold war
One by one, one by one. Not long after, others stood in front of me and refused to let me go out. I was frustrated and didn't know what to say.
"Mud... Consumption..." (The dog blushes)
Chen Chen:? (Os: I also learned Chinese)
During the day, I just glanced at his light brown and reddish hair. At night, this guy said that he couldn't comb his hair, so he bent down and asked me to comb it for him. . .
Every day from now on:
"chen, I..." "Chen, help me..." "Chen, wait me..." "Chen, chen...!"
Chen Chen:. . .
I never paid attention to him except in front of my parents. After a few months of this, he was drunk that day.
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From that day on, I wondered what the hell he was thinking
Intention: Meet, get to know, and love each other