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Shen Zhiyu first portrayed Cen Zhuoxian's face when she was a girl.
He was pale and sickly, with a delicate and shaky body, and the eyes he looked at her were sinister and lingering.
When she saw him again, she never thought that their lives would intersect and extend at a certain point...
Guide
1. The male and female protagonists are not perfect characters
2. If there is a discrepancy between logic and reality, do not delve into it further.
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Copywriting of "Acerbic Orange Paradise":
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Some people say that first love is the first hazy and pure emotional experience in life, which usually occurs in the teenage years. In youth movies, first love is often given the symbol of "shyness" and "regret".
So Xie Boan made the astringent green mandarin oranges smell lonely and fragrant.
He adores her unique rebellious spirit;
Her melody plays in the chirping of cicadas;
Her name was written on the back of that tape;
The magnolia flower that fell on her hair was caught by him on the title page.
Under the dim street lights, he shook off the snowflakes and exhaled white breath.
"It's actually snowing..."
She wrapped herself in a scarf, held an umbrella from the convenience store, and carried oden.
"I've finished listening to the tape you sent me."
The film machine lay quietly in the moisture-proof box, and he opened a volume of transparent negatives: "You are still collecting this volume in autumn."
She read the text on the brown paper bag and took out the baked goods: "Aren't you still reproducing the butter biscuits from back then?"
One day, his little green mandarin came back to his heart. The locked thick diary thus opens up instant memory.
"Wed.: L, the No. 1 Winning player on the honor list."
"Sun: @user94482694265 is me, a secret that little L doesn't know..."
"Fri.: Little L gave me a healing comic book."
"Ra: I like little L, the cute little kitten I raise..."
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I met Xie Boyan who was rehearsing new songs with his band members in the basement. His fingers with tiny tattoos were playing with the guitar pick casually. He hated the smell of cigarettes. He occasionally drank a few cocktails while being surrounded.
There were ripples in his eyes when he was slightly drunk, and a hot tear condensed and fell on the mole on the tip of my nose. Hi, X, I'm sure of something.
——"Liu Fuli's Monologue"
●Micro group portrait｜Male Secret Love Literature｜Sour and Sweet｜City & Campus
●Rebellious beauty × decadent wild man
Purpose: Love others first, love yourself first
