When she was sixteen years old, the girl Ren Zhuxi entered Lincheng No. 1 Middle School and met the young boy Zhao Fuyan.
I also met a lot of interesting friends here.
That boy always likes to tease himself.
When apples are just ripe, the apple trees in the yard are full of green apples.
The girl always loved to bring herself a green apple that was so sour that it would make her teeth fall apart. Every time she took it out, the boy would snatch it away.
The green apple juice flowed through his throat, and the sour boy couldn't open his eyes.
Time passes quickly.
Later, the green apple tree died, and there was no more girl carrying green apples, nor was there any boy who loved to eat green apples.
Intention: Grow and cherish