Everyone has a "senior" in their hearts. He must be handsome, clean, and 360-degree invincible and shining. Whether it is age, size, or reputation, people look up and see.
It's a pity that when I was the youngest, there was never a person like that. So in my memory, only the girls in school uniforms in the comics faced the seniors, holding chocolates, exaggeratedly surprised and delighted.
I remember us back then, wearing fat school uniforms without pretty curves. Athletes on the playground seem to be crippled, and the student council president is always a disappointment.
When I got to university, the handsome, smart, charming and humorous "school grass" finally appeared in my life. At this time, although I finally have the power of nympho, but at the same time as nympho, I will laugh at my childishness in the corner of my mouth.
You just have to be a dream and that's it.
Dotted in my young blood.
And this kind of partner is an essential spice of life.
junior high school. I remember that I rode the bus with you for three years, and then I was jealous of you and your little boyfriend meeting on the bus, so I found my own way. I was talking with you in the quilt, and you fell asleep with your head tilted.
high school. I approached you during the checkup because you looked so unusual. You accompany me to cry on the hidden stairs when I fail. I was admitted to a volunteer and you started screaming when you got the call. When you and I are no longer together every day, luckily the school is so close that we can see each other from time to time.
University. I drink with you. I go shopping with you. You and I are hot and spicy. I scold men with you. I go back to yesterday with you. I'm complaining with you now. I imagine the future with you.
You run through my yesterday, today and tomorrow.
You are my indispensable companion.
you are my family. innate.
Maybe you imposed a burden on me like that father. Maybe you are as far away as that father.
However, when you want to cry, you still have to go back home, on the small balcony on the second floor.
This is your most comfortable corner.
You are my last harbor.
This is the life everyone has, embedded in just my details.
I don't know if it's because I'm old, and I obviously have a lot of stills of male pig's feet, but I can't describe the pure love delicately and sing affectionately.
What hovered in my mind was Fat Niu's sentence "We want beauty and character!" and Sister Mala Feng, who was gnawing on bread, running a drama club, starting a band, and being persistent in chasing men.
The world is so interesting.
It is best to have love. It's best to be a princess.
If you can't, you can be a fat girl and a sister Feng.
Movies are just an enhanced version of the beauty of life.
Reality, just walk by happily, and you'll be fine.
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