How I will miss you later.
How did you forget me later.
When I saw Pat and Tiffany rehearse the dance together, I knew the two were in love, and the script would definitely reveal the mystery at the end.
At that time, the boy didn't know how to get along with her, and all his actions seemed clumsy. Her evaluation of this boy should be naive and timid.
He invited her out for dinner, and he watched her texting, smiling, pouting, and frowning. He fantasized about running his fingers through her short hair.
She was waiting for him at the windy intersection, the wind ruffled her hair, the evening sun shining through her hair, and her hair was dyed blond. He approached her and smelled the faint scent of her body.
He invited her to dance with him, and he wanted to see her every day. The glass doors showed their figures, and the fluorescent lamps illuminated the entire rehearsal hall. It would be great if the days stopped at this moment.
He drove her down the long slope. Under the warm yellow street lights, the ginkgo leaves were mottled on both sides. He said to her that it was beautiful.
He said I like you.
She said I love my boyfriend very much.
He said it doesn't matter, you should know.
Years later, she says the hardest part of the day is getting up.
He said me too.
She said you are not very good.
He said excellence is useless.
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