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Memories are always like this. What you want to forget seems to be forever forgotten. What you don't want to forget flows like a river and goes away quietly. To this day, I still remember her that I can't forget, or them...

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In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the flavor of the new year is getting heavier. There was a pair of people on the riverside in the dark night, quietly waving their heads together against the falling snow. The girl stared at the boy's side face and asked on a whim, what is the most words you have said in your life? For the first time, the boy did not joke or play, but lowered his head and pondered for a long time, saying, I like you. The girl frowned, a little unhappy, and asked again, what have you heard? The boy laughed and said, I'm sorry. The girl smiled tightly and suddenly felt that the boy was a little pitiful. But this has nothing to do with her. Let me ask again, have you ever received gifts from other girls? The boy answered seriously that he had received it. The girl felt that the boy didn't understand the charm, so she couldn't help but stepped on him, rolled her eyes and asked, "What?" The boy replied, good guy card. The girl laughed heartily.