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camera pulls back slowly, symmetrical images, boys and girls, guitars, soft duets, red mountain bikes, passing joggers. Also, the bright sunshine of the first SUMMER.
Everything starts from scratch, or maybe it's just the beginning, with no results. Normal people love each other and have children, because we are destined to be different, so our husband and son love each other again. There is nothing wrong, everything can be decided by oneself, why bother with too many other people and miscellaneous things.
Well, what I was doing when I was sixteen.
Well, think about it, I was a freshman in high school that year. Rebellious, willful. He secretly fell in love with a tall boy in the first year of junior high downstairs, flirted with the handsome guy in the next class in the examination room of the music classroom surrounded by dense trees, and skipped class with bad girls and skipped the Internet for days, and after being dismissed as a class representative, slapped the boy in the chemistry class , the whole class passed notes, ended class, and the boys in the last row fought with chalk, and, again and again, made my mother angry and went back to the dormitory, lying on the bed crying wet pillows, arguing with the drawing teacher at the doorman, and then every time I met, I bowed my head and slipped away embarrassedly. , on the way to the office with the homework book in hand, he was rectified and nicknamed 121.
Well, it should be almost the same. But, at least I didn't have an abortion or get pregnant, well unfortunately I didn't have an abortion or get pregnant then. Even without any impulse.
The boy he liked gave it to a good friend, although he would still keep a close eye on it. The boring computer class boy secretly asked if he could hold hands below and refused, which looked a little dirty and didn't like to be sneaky. Well, that would be online dating. The distance education network administrator of the High School Affiliated to Peking University, um, we should be about eight years apart. At noon when I received the letter, I was stared at by a mosquito during my nap.
At that time, he would be played like a monkey, and then lie on the table and cry all night for self-study. He would write in his diary the boy he liked at the front desk, and curse the vixen who seduced the boy in classical Chinese. She would also kick open the door of the girls' dormitory in the next class like a chivalrous girl, but it turned out that it was all a misunderstanding.
In the evening when I was asked by a little English man to go to the office and punished for English texts, I was called by the historical young man to go to the stairs to check the memory of historical events in the evening, and I was taken by the Chinese demon girl to the corridor outside the classroom to forcibly recite classical Chinese in the morning reading class.
Oh, tired of those back-and-forth days. I've had enough, so I haven't been able to do it well all the time. In fact, I really should have a very low IQ, and my memory is so poor. It's not a day or two.
Well, well, I still have so many pretty bad memories of my youth. Young and clumsy, but true and invincible. Fortunately, I have so many such memories.
Well, there are occasional surprises, those evenings or noon after shampooing or taking a shower. When they walked into the class, they stared wide-eyed and exclaimed, wow, so Zhang Xuan is so good-looking!
Well, it is doomed, this life is not a beautiful woman. But absolutely stunning!
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