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when i was a child

There are many molihua in front of the door

Exudes a light fragrance

when i grow up

Those molihua in front of the door

It has slowly withered and no longer sprouts

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"Asshole, do you remember, when we were in junior high school, the two of us sang here all night long?" Mingyou opened a bottle of wine, took a sip, and said

"I remember," Long Chenluo snatched his wine and said, "I still remember that you were taught by your mother that you didn't dare to go home and hid in my house for a long time."

"Damn, which bastard kicked me out of bed those days?" Mingyou opened another bottle of wine and said

"Who knows which bastard is not honest enough to roll on the floor and play~" Long Chenluo glanced at him and continued to grab the wine to drink.

"I remember my song is much better than yours." Mingyou began to insult him, groping for the wine on the ground, unable to see clearly what was on the ground under the dim light.

"Fuck you, I can sing better than you," Long Chenluo said, the corners of his mouth hurting while drinking, "Fuck you, I'm so cruel."

"Go away, do you think you are too gentle?" Mingyou said, drinking the wine.

"..." Long Chenluo began to change the subject, "Do you still remember how we met?"

"Of course I remember," Mingyou said: "You were very young at that time and couldn't find your mother. Then I happened to meet you, so I took you home, washed your hands and face, and then took you to the police station to find your mother.

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"Damn, that's nonsense!" Long Chenluo drank it all in one gulp, "You were obviously the one who forcibly kissed the little sister in the kindergarten. The little girl cried and complained to the teacher. I will rescue you and then you will worship me as your teacher to learn good qualities.

, we just met..."

"You're talking nonsense..." Mingyou threw the can and opened another one, "It's obviously..."

when i grow up

Those molihua in front of the door

It has slowly withered and no longer sprouts

What kind of mood, what age

The rainy season when I was seventeen

We have common expectations

We also hugged each other tightly

The rainy season when I was seventeen

Recalling every bit of childhood

But I found that growth was slowly approaching

What kind of joy, what kind of crying

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I don’t know why, writing about the things between the two boys makes me feel warm inside~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Chapter completed!