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    "Pass the door"

    One day three years later, I called her and asked her if she still remembered me.  Unfortunately, the phone you dialed has been turned off.

    Maybe somewhere in a certain year, we will meet again by chance, but what kind of scene was it then?  Happy chatting, hugging, smiling, or rubbing shoulders with strangers, or.  .  .  .  .  .  ?  I don't know because of time.  .  .  .  .  ¡ª¡ª

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    It's raining, does it regret it?

    She and I have been classmates for 6 or 7 years.  As we grow older, our relationship is constantly escalating.  Telephone communication, letter exchange, topic inquiry, and friends slapstick.  .  .  .  .  .  Finally, I decided, to go to her house.

    first.

    My cousin and I went to the street to play, and passed by her house when we came back.

    I said to my cousin, "This is the home of my best friend of the opposite sex."

    After hearing this, my cousin encouraged me to go in and have a look.

    She was watching TV alone in the main hall.  My cousin coughed dryly from behind.  She turned her head around with a look of surprise, and then came out in a hurry. She pointed to our way home and whispered, "Come on, my parents are at home." Obviously, we seemed to have done something bad.  But there is no way, the master issued an order to evict the guest.  We returned in dismay.

    "This is your friend / I don't think so," said the cousin shaking his head.

    Once again.  But for some reason, he passed by her house again.

    "Go in and have a sip of tea," my cousin suggested.

    "You are not afraid of being kicked out again."

    "Probably not."

    This time, besides her, there are a few other children watching TV at her house.

    She was pleasantly surprised, however.  .  .  .  .  .

    "That's her way of hospitality," cried my cousin.

    "Forget it. We're still the first of the opposite sex to come to her house," I explained.

    "Did she tell you?"

    I nodded.

    The way home is so long /

    the third time.  And for the last time.  It was the last day of high school.  I'm going to get my stuff back.

    We rode bicycles again.

    They are all playing mahjong.  She wasn't surprised or pleased when we arrived.  She ran upstairs quickly.  After a while, I came down with that notebook.  Her sister gave me the book, and this time we didn't go in, but went straight home.

    It's a long way to go home, and a long way to go in the future.

    2008, 5, 26.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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