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He was sitting in the corner with his eyes down and smoking, with scarlet cigarette butts piled all over the floor at his feet.
The smoke billows in the cold and humid air, seeming to cover the musty damp smell in our memories.
Until the phone in my pocket rang.
She raised her head and met his gloomy eyes. The unruly, arrogant and arrogant young man before now looked at me like a beaten dog in the water.
"... Chen Jin? You..." He opened his lips, and the hum of the air conditioner's operation softened his rough voice.
My heart twitched, but I didn't respond.
Growth is the pain of ten thousand cramps and bone-stripping pains. But we are willing to toss and turn in the pain given to each other——
He was still gasping for air.
*Blatantly mean and sneaky mischief
*Qin Yiyan & Chen Jin
*Micro era, micro rental literature
*Shuangjie HE
Intention: Long live youth
