The mango tree planted by the neighbor next door grew with luxuriant branches and leaves. Jiang Se was always lazy to stare at the little mangoes that had not yet grown up while playing the piano. Once I climbed over the neighbor's fence and secretly climbed up a tree to pick mangoes. The result was that I didn't know that I was afraid of heights and couldn't get down. I was so anxious that I lowered my head to wipe my tears when I heard a strange and childish voice: "Hey! Can't you get down?"
Jiang Se looked down for the sound with tears in her eyes, and found a boy with red lips and white teeth standing under the tree, looking up at him. The boy's eyes were slightly squinted by the sun, and there were a few drops of water sliding down his face. Jiang Se let out a low hum. When the boy saw this, he ran to call for help. As he ran, he did not forget to say: "Don't cry, your tears are dripping on my face."
After that, the two became inseparable good friends, and then they had a falling out and separated for four years. Returning to his old place, Shen Jian sat on a branch with his shirt on, sitting in the place where he had been unable to get off, sipping beer one after another. After finishing the drink, Shen Jian lowered his head to think about it, but found someone standing underneath him. For a long time, he blinked twice subconsciously, and suddenly felt his eyes moist, and then a strange and familiar voice sounded: "Hey!" Jiang Se raised his hand and touched his cheek, "Classmate, your tears are dripping on my face."
A handsome neighbor who is gentle and tolerant × a cute little girl who takes a slow shot
Purpose: I like mango trees
