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The train roared forward tirelessly... Sun Guangming lay undressed on the lower bunk, staring at a black spot on the upper bunk bed in a daze. It took him a long cigarette to come back to his senses. Really unable to sleep, he turned over and over on the three-foot-wide bed as if there were lice on his body. Sometimes he pushed the quilt under his head, and sometimes he sat up and clasped his knees with his hands, thinking. He finally straightened his legs again, turned sideways and said, "Yu, I'm still..." "What are you still worried about?" Liu Yu sat on the bed opposite Sun Guangming and cracked melon seeds. Her movements of cracking melon seeds were very skillful. The melon seeds were stuffed from the right corner of her mouth, and the shells were spit out from the left corner of her mouth, like a threshing machine. She spat out the melon seed shells, clapped her hands, and said with a smile, "Brother Sun, don't worry! As the saying goes, 'take people's money to help them eliminate disasters.' From now on, I will regard you as my boyfriend, and I will definitely not cheat!" "I hope so!" Sun Guangming sighed. Sun Guangming looked up at his watch and saw that it was already 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, but Liu Yu was still cracking melon seeds there with great interest, so he reminded her: "Go to sleep! Otherwise, you will be so disgraced tomorrow, how can you see your parents-in-law?" "Fuck you!" Liu Yu pursed her lips. While he was talking, the conductor came to collect the garbage. Liu Yu looked down at the melon seed bag and saw that it was empty, so he poured it into the conductor's garbage bag along with the melon seed shells. She took out a wet tissue from her pocket and wiped her mouth, then wiped her hands carefully, stretched her arms and said, "I want to sleep too, but the heater is too hot. Lying like this, your head won't turn into a sweet potato!" "You are really stupid if you say you are stupid. You can't change the direction!" Sun Guangming said sideways. Liu Yu moved the pillow to the other side and lay down, and touched the top of his head. Sure enough, it was no longer hot. He immediately let out a sigh and said, "They say you have a wooden fish head, but this time you have a different idea! Brother Sun, if I don't wake up when the conductor changes tickets tomorrow morning, I will do it for you! Go to sleep!" Sun Guangming fell asleep in confusion, and he dreamed of his parents' "accusation" in tears again.

Standing in front of this school, my mood is really surging! This is my university! I will spend the next three years in this crappy place! Just a little better than a good pigsty! If it weren't for the words "XX College" written clearly on the only teaching building, I would have easily mistaken it for some kind of institution's family building!

Bai Yuru, a graduating class student of Xiangfan No. 5 Middle School and known as the little writer, is the first love girlfriend of the little painter Meng Tao. Meng Tao, known as the little painter, is the first love boyfriend of the little writer Bai Yuru. It's an open secret that handsome men and beautiful women are a perfect match! Unfortunately, this young couple both failed the college entrance examination. You can imagine how sad they were. My classmates, teachers, and parents all felt sorry for him. And they all agreed that the failure of the golden boy and girl in the college entrance examination was all caused by their premature love!

Winter comes very late in Guangzhou, and the temperature is not low, with almost no sub-zero temperatures. However, northerners are not used to that kind of cold. It is so cold and wet that water can squeeze out of the quilt, and the electric heater is on all day long. This is an open city, and everyone is too busy making money to care about other people's private lives. They don't seem to care about Garlic with her baby, but they are somewhat sympathetic. Although she feels squeamish, they condone her extremely extravagant behavior.

Although I am also a woman, after listening to Lin Cong's story, I still couldn't control the shock that came from deep inside. I have to admit that this world is a big stage made up of people, and on this stage, different people are doing different performances for different people, and behind these performances, how many stories are there that people are willing to know?