Orange and Tangerine Have the Same Root

Another year of swing rope, like this every year. There is nothing to do, and the school where I have lived here for three years has not changed at all. The drama of separation is being staged again, the scenes are similar, but the scenes are different. Escaping these farewell dramas, I came to this Wutong Avenue again. Dead leaves are the only thing in this dim world, but the street lights cannot cover up the desolation of another scene, which is not much worse than the previous play. "Hi" I turned around, and what I encountered was a deep gaze and a handsome face. The shadow cast on the face seemed to have some brilliance that could not be obscured, "Suan Zhi, it's really you." "You are...