In that endless summer, in the dark alley, the bruised Qiye escaped. Fu Qing met the boy he had a crush on, and a love letter was handed to Fu Jiashuo and handed over to Qiye. At this point, the story of the three people opened a wonderful page, whether it was fate or a trick of fate.
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Qi Ye was nervous every time he met Fu Jia Shuo. Later, they met more often and became friends, until his mother had a car accident and was injured by Fu Jia Shuo's mother, who extorted a large amount of money from him. Every time I saw Fu Jiashuo from now on, I would always feel a little uncomfortable and nervous. For this reason, Fu Jiashuo, who was unaware, came to talk to him specifically and asked him why he was so nervous when they met.
"Perhaps, it's not necessarily true that you like me." Fu Jiashuo teased Qiye beside him in a seemingly joking tone, but his voice was completely deep as he said, "Of course, I am talking about the love between friends. This kind of love is very pure, just like Marx and Engels." After hearing Fu Jiashuo's words, Qiye seemed to have seen through everything. His body could not stop feeling hot, and even the evening breeze could not brush it away.
The word "like" is too novel and too heavy for him.
The rich boy who is cold and hot vs the poor sensitive boy who has low self-esteem
Intention: Peace and good health