The secret love in childhood is like a pantomime under the moonlight. The lines that are never spoken ferment into a mellow and strong wine over time.
Many years later, when you taste it carefully, you realize that the wine is very bitter.
As a result, the wine tasted bitter year after year.
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Xia Yuan is the most loyal puppy Shu Qiuyun has owned since she was a child. Even if she doesn't like it, it is still hers, belongs to her alone, and can only belong to her.
One afternoon, the afterglow of dusk slanted into the classroom, dyeing the air a honey-gold color.
Shu Qiuyun sat on the desk, her legs dangling slightly, and her school uniform shirt was slightly lifted by the wind, outlining her slender waistline. Light and shadow overflowed from behind her, giving her a furry outline, and the edges of her hair seemed to be lit by fire, glowing with fine light.
She suddenly leaned over and held the boy's face with her hands. The fingertips are slightly cold, but the force is very light, like holding a butterfly that is about to fly away at any time.
"Xia Yu." She called him in a low voice, with a little smile in her voice, but she was serious and almost stubborn, "You are my puppy."
The boy's eyelashes trembled and he raised his eyes in her palm. Her eyes looked particularly bright in the backlight, like some kind of declaration that could not be rejected.
The young man just rubbed her palm and said piously, "He is Shu Qiuyun's puppy, and he will be his forever."
Intention: Parting is the normal state of life