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    She has a pair of smart eyes.  Those eyes are so beautiful.  When I looked at her, she dodged in fear.  I followed her drooping cheeks and tried my best to meet her gaze, but I couldn't reach her.

    So, I walk away.  to a quiet corner.

    Her facial features are not correct.  Freckles appeared faintly on Yuanyuan's face.  The body begins to develop.  The bones are thin and thin, and the skin is as white as the snow in early spring.

    Wearing a black and white plaid skirt.  The strong summer sun shines on her face through the glass window.

    She is 15 years old.  Still studying in middle school.

    I think, if she looks like her, she should fall in love early.  I don't know how many love letters I have received in the drawer.  There will be a lot of ambiguous messages on the phone.

    I do not know her.

    In that spacious waiting hall.  People around me come and go.  Everyone is wearing masks.

    Only me and her didn't.

    This may be the unique place between me and her.  Her girly air and unique shyness deeply infected me.

    She didn't speak.  The sound should be nice.

    I never wear skirts, and I keep several of them upside down in my closet.  Probably because it doesn't look good on the body, so I haven't worn it all the time.

    When I saw the skirt on her body, it was so natural and beautiful.  There was a feeling of jealousy.

    I am actually jealous of a girl who is only 15 years old.  It's ridiculous.

    What was I doing when I was her age.  Study well in school.  Whether you read well or not is not that important anymore, and you did not get into a good university in the end.  After graduating from high school, I didn't mix up my life.

    There are 15 years between me and her.

    It seems that the pendulum is silently flicking memories.

    Tired of standing, I saw an empty seat in the distance, so I walked over and sat down.  She is still standing there.  Quiet makes people feel distressed.

    If she talks to me, is she calling me aunt, or sister?

    Maybe they will come over and ask me loudly why I look at her.

    I will not be afraid to back down.

    I will tell her.  Has anyone ever praised your eyes.  Your eyes really beautiful.

    But she didn't say a word to me until she left.

    Later I learned that she is a deaf-mute.  She only understands sign language.

    After going back, I thought about the image of that girl for a long time.  She exists in my head.

    If I was young, if I was a manif I was her sister, or her next of kin, our connection would not have just been a one-off.

    I feel that only being busy will make me forget everything.  Don't think about messy things.  Life will be much easier.  I don't care how people around me judge me.  I am alive and have nothing to do with them.  My happiness and sorrow, they will not understand.

    All they can see is my body in the world.  Wrapped in a layer of plain clothes, sorrow and joy are hidden under the mask.  In fact, how can I have so many sorrows and joys?  Just pretending to be deep.

    When I am too tired to walk or talk, the only time I have free time is to read a good book.

    Even though there are a lot of news that tempt me on the phone.  Sometimes I can't help but read it, and the time is wasted unknowingly.

    Maybe I really have that little bit of talent, just to be able to stand out among the people around me and become the most unique one.

    But I will not be complacent because of these, but proud and indulgent.

    It is not easy to choose what kind of life to live.  Whether it's prosperous or down, I just want to find the most leisurely place in my heart

    I often wonder if a person is really tempted by someone if he is trying to change.

    I am easily moved, and I feel inexplicably happy when others care about me lightly.

    There are many unexpected things.

    Need to write something.  Otherwise, life would be too decadent.

    sunny.

    The cold watermelon was taken out of the refrigerator and was air-conditioned.

    Wanglaoji's taste is as intriguing as it was when I was a child.

    I heard that it has less medicine than melatonin.

    It's just a kind of herbal tea.  Why bother to care about its ingredients.

    Hot summer.

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