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    The first time she saw him was in the spring of the southern city.  It had just rained overnight and the road was wet.

    She was wearing a red floor-to-ceiling dress, with curly hair lazily draped over her shoulders.  The eyes are slender and energetic.

    "Girl."

    Not knowing who to call, she just turned her head casually.

    met his gaze.

    His eyes are clean and transparent.

    Like a rainbow that appears in the sky after a storm.  Shining brightly.

    But they don't know each other.

    In a panic, they avoided the gazes colliding in the air.

    Leave quietly.

    So, she remembered meeting someone who called her "girl" one boring afternoon.

    without any start.

    They never met again.

    There is no way to figure out who exactly that "girl" was called.

    She stayed in the south for four years.  After graduating from university, I returned to my hometown.

    Ordinary love, marriage.

    Curls straightened, curled, straightened again.  After countless cycles, I never forgot that ordinary afternoon many years ago.

    I like the word girl.  Probably because I am getting old.

    I am almost 30 years old, and there are very few people around me who call me a girl.

    Sometimes, look in the mirror and look at yourself in the mirror.  His face was sallow and haggard.  Life seems to have entered the next tragic autumn.  Quietly touching his face, it feels greasy.

    Be grateful to everyone who appears in your life.  Whether it brings me sadness or joy, it always makes me learn to grow.

    No matter what the situation is, never forget to be kind.

    Kindness is a cultivation rooted in the heart.

    We can't choose our origin, but we can choose kindness.

    Some things, just forget it.

    Some roads can't be found after walking.

    Some people keep meeting and parting.

    Perhaps most of my life is running around for money.  The small half of my life continued for love.

    It is difficult to be born as a human being.  And in the present world that is shocking everywhere.  Happiness has become the rarest thing.

    Dreams are the most extravagant things.

    Perhaps, the left hand can hold the weight of the family.

    It is difficult for the right hand to support the flaunt of freedom.

    Wasted a lifetime.

    What I hope to get is quiet and peaceful.

    Maybe in a few years, no one will call me "girl" again.

    I was wearing unfashionable clothes, and was called "auntie" or "grandma" by the children when I was walking on the road.

    After a quiet first half of life.  Still longing to be a smiling little girl.

    This is like a dream that never grows up.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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