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She had a mouthful of white teeth, and when she smiled, her wet teeth reflected the sunlight in a truly brilliant way.
I also liked her watery eyes, unlike the girls in the A section class, who always wore heavy glasses. She was good at everything, I guess. But she was a little less slender, so we just had to be parallel lines.
At the pool, I’d often see her eyes chasing the boy who was doing well in his schoolwork, and the guy was always accompanied by a woman, so she usually had to sneak a peek off to the side. It’s like I’m sneaking a peek at her from the corner. The guy never knew he had an admirer, and she only knew me as a good classmate.
Dull days fade in the eye chase, she finally chased his footsteps, admitted to a second-rate university, as expected to stay in the same class. What about me? I also reluctantly followed her, but unexpectedly entered a first-class university. Her classmates all lamented her disorder, but her face was rippling with a happy smile, wishing the guy could understand her sacrifice.
A few years have passed, I have been accustomed to the cold days, the new girlfriend and I maintain a slightly better friendship than the average classmate, there are times when I want to break out, but also feel a little wavy, my girlfriend has a modern woman’s toughness, everywhere love to show off the tongue, the reason why we can still get along, most of the time is also because of the habit of me not to compete.
Anyway, there were a lot of coincidences that day, so I took the opportunity to kiss her, and things went surprisingly smoothly, just like solving a math problem, as long as the method is right, there is no problem. Trouble is her heavy winter coat, like the complicated arithmetic let me headache, I patiently solve countless calculations, has been exhausted, but finally I still give the whole ceremony to the end, like to what an account.
Afterwards, my girlfriend didn’t seem to be crying, and it didn’t quite match the description in the book, so I can see that it’s better to believe everything you read, and after we lay down for a while, she sat up and started to talk at length again, and I began to wonder if she still had any gentle cells left in her.
Big sister brother erudite memory to small winter admire, but this song for me, is really a distant memory of that year’s green shirt thin, heartache and bitterness, this article is a commemoration of the article and the fact that there is a discrepancy in fact, the fact is: she did not hold my hand, and I did not walk with me, what was done then, today is like a dream.
I’m a very slow writer, so interested netizens must bear with the short length of the little winter winter. Sorry, sorry, sorry!
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My girlfriend and I still maintain a rational relationship, and I try to find tenderness, or even resentment, in her eyes, but I get no message. Behind the thick lenses, still calm and sharp. I don’t dare to talk about what happened that day again, for fear that she will suddenly strike back. The occasional date walks pulled the distance further and further apart. In and out of the classroom I put myself in the corner, watching my girlfriend put on a show, perhaps she also found that I am not in her orbit?
Compared to my girlfriend’s calmness, I was a bit demoralized, a bit abandoned, and I suspected that her occasional glances were contemptuous and sarcastic. I suspect that the occasional glance from her was one of contempt and amusement. So I deliberately distanced myself from her, even though the remaining warmth of the pearl’s breasts still lingered in my palm.
(How different she was from her, who had suddenly emerged from a dark corner to bask in the sunlight again, with her bright smile and sexy swimsuit, a totem engraved on her heart plate, and whose boobs were supposed to be even bigger than hers, weren’t they?
Would her lips be softer?)
I picked up a glass of wine to the shadow into , the book empty duh, but can not swing open the depression. Spirits down, the cold outside the body, but the heart of the shade began to rise. Alcohol, especially fine wine, never just a chemical formula, its artistic content is absolutely different from person to person, (Mo Yan’s wine country is something?). It fermented inside me into snippets of poetry (perhaps a bit erotic) and long thoughts… Ching Ching, uh… I’m not Lin Chueh-Min, flesh and blood… what the hell… I couldn’t even find the words to call her. Is it her? Is it her? Or was it her in the overlapping images? So I went into my dream to find the answer.
Another few years passed, she fell in love with him, got married and divorced. She and I still correspond rationally. I’ve seen her a few times, her smile is a little faded, and her short haircut (for whom?) makes her as tough as she is. Her composure is also a bit confused after a few fierce battles, and her hair is growing long (for whom?). .
She and she and I have stories to tell, and the next one will begin with “light clouds and light rain.”
When I wrote this chapter, there was no eroticism in my heart, only a little bit of sadness, I have prepared Wei and steel, the next time I will certainly not be fast and light, please take care of it!
By the way to respond to the little fainting and hip! Brother, the two big brother’s long-term care, is my little brother continue to create the impetus, little brother in mind! In addition, we must apologize to the big sister sister, little brother in no way belittles the intention of female writers, big sister works little brother into the library has all read, admire the other side, and even the idea of closed pen, small winter has always liked to explore the psychology of women, and perhaps the big sister can give my brother some more guidance!