I have almost zero resistance to anything weird or long. The words "nine knives" and "the girl we chased together in those years" are really fucking fucking bad. Watching a movie about youth with awe and 50% spoilers is more or less ready to miss, feel sad, and cry. But how many times I just had a sore eye, my tears swirled, and the tears evaporated before they could accumulate enough to overflow the eye sockets. I want to cry but can't cry.
With my beauty, my IQ, and my luck, all the memories of Shen Jiayi's experiences in those years could not be touched with all my strength.
No one came forward when I was about to make a fool of myself, nor was there a classic scene where a group of friends sat on the beach and described their dreams, and there were no boys who chased me for years. In those years and all these years, I just experienced Hu Jiawei, whose name is difficult to remember, and accompanied the key figures of that era from young and frivolous to the light and windy life without completing the wonderfulness of a person. No one wants to know what stories are in Hu Jiawei's life, although maybe you really let her recall and tell you, the really interesting parts are also other people's stories.
Those tears that I wanted to cry but couldn't cry truly reminded me of my unchasable youth. I have no way to go back to the past and relive it according to the plot I hope to recall now.
Who hasn't met a naive boy, a glib boy, a fat boy, a self-righteous boy, who hasn't jabbed the back of the boy in front with the tip of a ballpoint pen in high school, who hasn't slammed into the boy because of misunderstanding or stubbornness The magic moment when love begins to brew, but everything was gone. Aren't more girls who didn't miss out on love in exchange for someone who was longer and warmer.
My thoughts are very messy now. When I was a little older, I met insidious boys, boys who only obeyed the boss, and wretched boys. I miss those naive boys very much.
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