In fact, sometimes my memory is very strange, just when I am doing something, I will vaguely think of me doing almost the same thing as I do now, and that feeling is very real.

I always fantasize about how extraordinary and amazing I am, and it feels like a great blow to see my current situation after fantasizing, hahahaha.

I once inadvertently wrote: "When I see that your heart is still beating when you are 'blurred with flesh and blood', then you must still have a thought." ”

It's the kind of "night injury" that makes me feel different every time I see it.

It's a dead house fantasizing about everything.

I never thought about achieving anything to prove myself.

The story is the plain and innocent campus youth

It would be a waste of your time for readers with heavy and unique tastes to look at my stuff.

I would like to say a word to people who see this story (there are some words on the title page, but there is a word limit)

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I hope that when the morning sun is reflected on my face, I can smile, even if it is cooperative, because you are really beautiful at that moment.

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