The soft sound of the piano was flowing. The young girl was wearing a long cotton dress, stepping on a bicycle briskly, her slightly raised long hair caressing her pure white face. The girl rents a house around the school alone, and the room is clean and beautiful. When she first moved in, the girl brought gifts to each household, and would cook delicious curry rice to invite neighbors. She was humble and polite even after being declined. Girls' self-introductions in public are always shy and succinct, and one more question can cause panic. The girl eats alone in the cafeteria, chatting with the female classmate she meets for the first time, she always learns not to bring up the topic. The girl went to the cinema alone to watch black and white movies, and she would only try her best to avoid being approached by a strange man. The girl was invited by her girlfriend to join an unfamiliar club, and she was just helpless in the face of the enthusiasm of the handsome senior. In the warm sunshine in the afternoon, the girl stepped on the bicycle and slowly crossed the street, leisurely flipping through the books in the quiet bookstore. On the long reclining chair by the roadside, the girl is holding a book and reading quietly in the sky of cherry blossoms. When meeting a boy who has been secretly in love with for many years, the girl's surface is still repressed and calm, and until the boy recognizes her in surprise, she still smiles lightly and declines the other party's kind help. In the pouring rain, she smiled so young and sweet, and the secret that had been buried in her heart for many years finally poured out: - Do you know me? - You are very famous. --Yes? - For me, yes. Such a girl has long been abandoned by the times, right? Now, we have long practiced the ability to chat in reality and non-reality. When we first met, we could talk about knowing each other and agreeing with each other; we learned to flirt and flirt, and we can tell when to flirt and when to flirt; We are arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, vain, arrogant, and proud of it. We are joking, laughing, scolding, and quickly getting acquainted with boys and calling us brothers; Limiting to satisfy the inflated desires in your subconscious, lest your freedom be restrained and wronged yourself; our life is so complicated and wonderful that there is no time to settle yourself... But, when you meet such a girl, your heart Will it still be slightly rippling? You are asking yourself, when did I forget these clumsy joys? When is it that I no longer have the sweetness of shyness? Eighteen, seventeen, or sixteen? Those simple and rich Enron times and panic-stricken and hidden eyes and words, together with the handsome young man who had been secretly in love for many years, were inadvertently and forever erased from memory... PS: I want to rent a Home, buy another bike...
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