[He, redemption, sweet and sour]
Abstract type receives × cool type attack
[It turns out that we died long ago, and he died in the year when we loved each other the most. I woke up after closing my eyes. It turned out that he was dead right now. It was all just an illusion - Deputy CP]
On a July day, the willow tree beside the clear pond on the campus and the chirping of cicadas echoed repeatedly in He Zhizhang's poem "Jasper makes up a tree as tall as a tree, and thousands of green silk ribbons hang down." As if anticipating someone's arrival, before he knew it, his name was all over the draft book.
The first time we met was
You are my salvation, my lover, the one I can't love in this life.
You are the flower that grows and sprouts in my body, making me unable to extricate myself from you in countless moments
You will flow in my body. You are the red blood cells that are constantly regenerating in my bone marrow and passing through every piece of my skin.
My heart beats for you.
I love you for you, not your gender
"Good student, do you want to fall in love?"
The moment the fireworks bloom, I hope they can be together forever.
Did you hear that? A "gongzi" brother was transferred from Shanghai. "What does it look like?"
His eyebrows are deep and his eyes are as bright as the sea. When he looks at people, he always looks like he is looking at people through a layer of mist. He is tall and tall, and his lips are a little light. He is good at studying, and the people he is chasing are all from Africa to Shanghai. This is not an exaggeration, but it is true.
"Boring"
Everyone knows that the president of the student union is an "ice cube". The dead mother, the gambling father, the Alzheimer's milk and him who supported a family. She has fair skin, ink-like eyes, a blue and white school uniform with the zipper pulled up to the top, a slim figure, a pair of peach blossom eyes under her sesame black hair, and she looks up slightly with an unapproachable sense of alienation, and her bony hands are brushing the English papers for this semester.
It's broken. The transfer student is lying on the ice. It's miserable.
"Are your deskmates so strict?"
"..."
"My deskmate, can I chase you?"
"Shut up if you don't want to die"
"Shut up and get out"
"If I don't get out, you can't escape either."
Intention: Build a stage for yourself and be yourself
