In fact, Xiao He and Mengqi also have a common hobby, that is, writing, which is a piece of cake for them. Their articles have been posted on the school's forums to learn from each other and communicate with each other.

They had such a collaboration on a writing session: it was as follows

"Heartbeat with the Years":

"When I think of the person I loved before, it's like catching a glimpse of the clothes I gave away from someone else's suitcase, it's a piece of clothing that I like very much, but it's a pity that I can't wear it.

Life is actually very simple, and I still deeply miss a thing and a person, like an inscription of wax plum in the fog, waiting for the early snow to lead the way.

The career and future are waiting for you. Look at different clouds on different days, and water different flowers and plants. I understood that it was just an invisible hand-turned book for me to read, and I was asked to write for it in ink in the future.

Autumn's madness is uncertain, like a person who has traveled thousands of miles and made friends that he has never met.

The sun moves and makes people feel quiet. The mountains have been kneeling for a long time. Quietly changing knees, the clouds have been drifting for a long time. Occasionally mooring, it seems to have some inspiration. I meditate on this, and I seem to be able to understand a little bit about the meaning of "Guanyin Pumenpin".

Enlightenment and non-realization cannot be expressed in words, and as soon as they are spoken, they are written in their hearts.

People should be solemn, but not solemn. Be fluid, but not frivolous. Solemnity is loyalty to one's own life, and mobility is sincerity to the group society. People have to be naked, they are old with a bare heart, they are bare to sleep with the universe, and they are old enough to be old and cold.

In the clear and bright autumn, it rained in the morning, and this rain did not carry dirty words. In a quarter of an hour, the rain stopped, and like a raw face in a ripe city, it was not soft or drunk, and it went away quickly.

The burning fragrance calms down the empty air, and a stick of incense is only a chance, and so is people.

The person who is worth touching is the person who knows that he can't warm the sky, and still uses his salary as a substitute.

Memories can be resurrected, and the past is eternal. After the heat, it is bound to be cold. I don't think that the ashes can be revived, and the broken mirror can still be encircled. Yes! How can we make this clearer? All stories are only once in this life, and once they are life and death.

Beauty is inaccessible - the most beautiful is the feeling of crying in the face of the mysterious universe, and the most beautiful is the moment of timidity in the hometown. As for the sentiment of wanting to self-immolate to love someone, it is no longer something that the word "beauty" can refer to. ”

Their cooperation is perfect, but the works of the two of them were forwarded by the whole school, 8 Some girls are very envious of Meng Qi and some are envious of Xiao He. In the eyes of the two of them, this is just a simple cooperation, and there is nothing to remember.

Maybe, this is the common love between Xiao He and Mengqi on paper, perfect cooperation, very tacit understanding.