Mourning abstract 5g surfer girl * gentle and innocent stay 2g boy
A book of pure love
1.
Zhan Youxi did not expect that she was just kind-hearted (forced) to do a small favor for Pei Xu, a classmate who had just transferred to school, and that person relied on her, pestering her to add WeChat without telling her, and would come to her if she didn't understand anything.
2.
The reason Zhan Youxi reluctantly didn't delete him was because he would like every one of her Moments.
This is important.
Because she posted too many times to Moments, she was blocked by many friends. As a result, although she had many WeChat friends, the quality of likes was not high.
But later, Pei Xu learned to comment.
Things are going wrong.
[AAAA Xin Xiang Xiang Xi Tissue Wholesale: There was an earthquake, S ran away, and I was still tied in a cage. Who will save me?
[Classmate Xiao Pei: Is there an earthquake here? Are you okay? How did you get into the cage? I'll call you 120.
Zhan Youxi thought he was joking. Three minutes later, the sound of the 120 ambulance came from downstairs of her house.
Zhan Youxi:?
[Xixi Buhehe: If happiness is Mother Goose, where can I find my glass heart?
[Classmate Xiao Pei: Who is Mother Goose?
Zhan Youxi:......
[Xiaoxi: Let's pay homage to life. I pray to heaven and earth once to ask for forgiveness, to pray to the world twice to ask for forgiveness, and to pray to life three times for mercy.
[Classmate Xiao Pei: Can I still marry life?
The next second, Pei Xu chatted with her privately and asked if she was sad recently.
Zhan Youxi thought he did it on purpose, so he poured out all the unpleasant things he had experienced recently, and even mocked himself by posting an emoji saying "hang yourself".
But after hearing this, Pei Xu returned seriously, "This is not funny."
The next day at school, he brought a box of fruit candies to Zhan Youxi and said sincerely, "Eat some candies and be happy."
3.
Zhan Youxi keeps a diary and has always believed that the diary is a pastime for her to pass the pain of life.
She considers the diary to be her little literary world and names it Songdao.
Until one day, Songdao ushered in its first summer.
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Intention: The highest state of love is heartache
