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The sun was shining today, and the cat was sleeping soundly on the sofa. After watering Huaquan in Nanxiang, he became interested and sorted out the sundries from a long time ago.
There are several large boxes in the warehouse, which are full of her memories.
Nanxiang took a broom to sweep the dust outside the box, and opened it with some effort.
There was a "creak", in the dusty air, slowly seeing clearly.
This box contains a variety of electronic equipment.
When Nanxiang was young, tapes, tape recorders, CDs, game consoles, and even mp3, Nokia, are all there. It's just that most of them lack arms and legs.
Nanxiang dug out the good-looking ones, and went to open other boxes.
After a while, she came back disheveled.
It's just that the smile on his face is constant.
Nanxiang couldn't wait to put down the things in his hands, wiped them clean and tried it immediately, plugged in the power, and sure enough, the tape recorder was still working.
Nanxiang has treasured this tape for a long time. It is Nanxiang's favorite singer, Zhang Jie's song.
That song "The World", spent countless days and nights with Nanxiang.
The tape has been played for a long time, and the singing is also stumbling. Those youthful days seem to be back again.
Nanxiang reached for the mp3, but it seemed to be broken, and it couldn't be turned on even when it was charging.
She cleaned up the drawing board that she had piled up for a long time, and there was still a pile of drawing paper on it.
After opening it, Nanxiang was a little dazed.
"This is Sifang?"
On some yellowed paper, use a 2b pencil to outline a square face.
On the paper, he is still very young, and his neat cropped hair does not affect his deep eyebrows at all.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, raised his chin, and smiled cynically.
At a glance, it is full of vigor and sharpness of young people.
Another glance at his own handwriting below, also with a bit of childishness, wrote: "So his name is Sifang."
A heart shape is faintly drawn on the back, and it can be seen that there are traces of being erased.
This is probably my own painting eight or nine years ago.
At that time, Xu Sifang wasn't Nanxiang's boyfriend yet.
Nan Xiang looked at him and smiled, saying that he hadn't seen him like this for many years.
After thinking for a while, Nanxiang took a photo with his mobile phone, admired it for a while, and then put it down.
Turning around, she picked up another wish bottle.
It is a big wish bottle tightly plugged with a wooden stopper, which can be vaguely seen, and there are five or six tightly tied paper slips inside.
Nanxiang hasn't come across this thing since he was working.
It took some effort to open the bottle, took out a few notes, and slowly opened them.
¡¾Hope to see Wei Wei and Xiao Nai together soon. ¡¿
Nanxiang shook his head and laughed, thinking that when he was in school, he probably did one thing right, that is, he read novels day and night.
Open the second one again.
[In the future, I must be a great painter, and a painting can be bought for several million. ¡¿
Nanxiang looked at his drawing board and fell silent.
You did learn to draw, but you only drew men
Open again [I don't like the flute, but I want to learn the guitar. When I have money, I must learn it. Like Jie Ge, I can play the guitar on stage. ¡¿
Nanxiang: ""
I didn't expect that I had such an idea before.
Looking back at the guitar that had been placed at the end of the bed for almost a year, Nanxiang suddenly felt a little sorry for his former self.
Up to now, I have learned two songs and still stumbled. In the end, the flute I didn¡¯t like gave me extra points, so I was admitted to high school. Otherwise, with my severely partial grades, I probably would have given up my studies a long time ago.
The next one is [I saw a boy today, he was a head taller than me, and he gave me an alpine, so sweet. ¡¿
¡¾His original name is Sifang, haha, he brought me breakfast today, but I won¡¯t be easily chased. ¡¿
Nan Xiang smiled and shook his head: "Nan Xiang, Nan Xiang, so you are still a love brain, look, after you have Xu Sifang, you have nothing else, it's all about him!"
Nanxiang even turned to the embarrassing [want to contact him at a negative distance], [it seems to give him a monkey!]
"Nanxiang, what are you doing? Come out for dinner!" Suddenly, the doors in Nanxiang were opened.
Nanxiang recited it immediately.Go: "Mom, why did you come in without knocking?"
The sun was shining today, and the cat was sleeping soundly on the sofa. After watering Huaquan in Nanxiang, he became interested and sorted out the sundries from a long time ago.
There are several large boxes in the warehouse, which are full of her memories.
Nanxiang took a broom to sweep the dust outside the box, and opened it with some effort.
There was a "creak", in the dusty air, slowly seeing clearly.
This box contains a variety of electronic equipment.
When Nanxiang was young, tapes, tape recorders, CDs, game consoles, and even mp3, Nokia, are all there. It's just that most of them lack arms and legs.
Nanxiang dug out the good-looking ones, and went to open other boxes.
After a while, she came back disheveled.
It's just that the smile on his face is constant.
Nanxiang couldn't wait to put down the things in his hands, wiped them clean and tried it immediately, plugged in the power, and sure enough, the tape recorder was still working.
Nanxiang has treasured this tape for a long time. It is Nanxiang's favorite singer, Zhang Jie's song.
That song "The World", spent countless days and nights with Nanxiang.
The tape has been played for a long time, and the singing is also stumbling. Those youthful days seem to be back again.
Nanxiang reached for the mp3, but it seemed to be broken, and it couldn't be turned on even when it was charging.
She cleaned up the drawing board that she had piled up for a long time, and there was still a pile of drawing paper on it.
After opening it, Nanxiang was a little dazed.
"This is Sifang?"
On some yellowed paper, use a 2b pencil to outline a square face.
On the paper, he is still very young, and his neat cropped hair does not affect his deep eyebrows at all.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, raised his chin, and smiled cynically.
At a glance, it is full of vigor and sharpness of young people.
Another glance at his own handwriting below, also with a bit of childishness, wrote: "So his name is Sifang."
A heart shape is faintly drawn on the back, and it can be seen that there are traces of being erased.
This is probably my own painting eight or nine years ago.
At that time, Xu Sifang wasn't Nanxiang's boyfriend yet.
Nan Xiang looked at him and smiled, saying that he hadn't seen him like this for many years.
After thinking for a while, Nanxiang took a photo with his mobile phone, admired it for a while, and then put it down.
Turning around, she picked up another wish bottle.
It is a big wish bottle tightly plugged with a wooden stopper, which can be vaguely seen, and there are five or six tightly tied paper slips inside.
Nanxiang hasn't come across this thing since he was working.
It took some effort to open the bottle, took out a few notes, and slowly opened them.
¡¾Hope to see Wei Wei and Xiao Nai together soon. ¡¿
Nanxiang shook his head and laughed, thinking that when he was in school, he probably did one thing right, that is, he read novels day and night.
Open the second one again.
[In the future, I must be a great painter, and a painting can be bought for several million. ¡¿
Nanxiang looked at his drawing board and fell silent.
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