The Clouds Rise and the Wind Scatters over Wuxi

I want to write about a girl: She is a little cute, with a round face and a pair of smiling eyes that are slightly raised, as if the whole warm summer sun is in her eyes. Want to write about a boy: A little handsome, with a good-looking profile and a pair of shallow dimples that are slightly dizzy, like half a wisp of the autumn breeze, extremely moist and elegant. The first day of class reform. He smiled and said, my pen is broken, who among you can lend it to me? Maybe it was the pair of shallow dimples that appeared and disappeared, or maybe it was the sunshine that afternoon, but his sideways smile seduced her heart. She reached out and handed him one of her favorite pens. He smiled and said thank you, then reached out and threw the pen case into the trash can far away. She:…… Him: Thank you, I just want refills. He also raised the Aobo pen in his hand. From then on, she fell in love with Aobo pen. Many years later, Yunqi doesn't know, I like writing Aobo pen, It's a kind of commemoration, It's still the case, It simply became a habit.