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Someone asked me what I wanted to know about the person I liked. In fact, he is a very ordinary person. But I don't like him now. Many of the things I wrote about him before have been deleted. Some of them were lost because it took too long. Now, the only ones I can find are two letters, which were really read to him. I was too timid to save the rest and didn't dare to dig them out. So I thought of writing a short story and releasing it. If you are willing to read it, you can read it. There are only so many.

A short story, just read it. The ending isn't great but it's not bad either. After leaving you, there is regret, but it fills the original blank of life. Hope this is the case for you too.

Zhou Youbei's impression of Shi Yi was a bit strange. I have heard her introduce herself several times, and she is polite and distant. She often uses honorifics when speaking: Hello, I am Shiyi, and I am not Shiyi. I've heard her sing a few times, and she has a good voice, but my brain is not that good, and I can hardly remember the lyrics correctly. After getting along for a long time, overall, she is still a somewhat smart little girl. He never thought at that time that the second young master of the Zhou family was in need of everything, and that there would be a day when he would lower his head and beg people not to leave. Shi Yi really liked Zhou Youbei and never thought of hiding him from the beginning. She looks at things openly and speaks clearly. I have been immersed in the world of indifference for more than 20 years, and I have only met such a man. He accompanied her all the way across almost half of China, witnessed her most enriching moments, gave her a hug on the day of the first snow on the plateau, and deliberately stopped in place for many years to wait for her to come to him. I want to spend every spring, summer, autumn and winter with you, and arrive every time in the southeast, northwest and northwest. The late life is worth it, and the ups and downs are worth it.

Shi Si didn't understand, how could he be given the position of a class representative when his Chinese language was always hovering on the passing line, arranging morning and evening self-study, collecting homework, supervising endorsements, counting papers... He was so annoyed that he wanted to run into it until Meng Qianyu, who was off duty downstairs, timidly showed his head at the door of the classroom and asked in a low voice: "Classmate, can you let the Chinese class representative of your class come out?" Men and women work together, the work is not tiring, don't tell me, it is such a principle. Every time Meng Qianyu came to him and said, "Classmate, let's count the papers together." In his ears, what he heard was the charming young lady in ancient times, waving her fan and lying on the couch, her eyebrows seductive: "Master, come and play." Shi Si looked at her with his head propped up, thinking, it seems that Mr. Shi can be a Chinese class representative if he is involved.