The porcelain doll fell heavily to the ground, and with a "pop", it was sharp and crisp, broken into pieces, with tiny porcelain pieces that popped out very far.

Qiao An stood still stiffly, keeping the posture of holding the porcelain doll for half a minute before she realized what she had done. Her long eyelashes flashed twice, and she squatted on the ground, staring at fragments of different sizes, and she was so panicked that she was at a loss.

Her fingertips trembled for a long time before she hurriedly reached out her hand, picked up all the fragments one by one, and tried to piece them together to make them look the same.

The porcelain pieces were broken too hard, and Qiao Anhao didn't know which one was. The sharp edges and corners of the broken parts were cut through her fingers, and blood oozed out. But she seemed to be unable to feel the pain, and she was still picking up the porcelain pieces without stopping. When she picked up the largest porcelain pieces, she saw a hard plastic tube in the middle of the broken porcelain pieces, and there was a rolled paper inside.

Qiao Anhao frowned, subconsciously picked it up, and pulled out the paper inside.

The paper is very good and hard. Once it is pulled out, it is spread out automatically. Qiao Anhao saw that it is filled with dense words.

Qiao An recognized it at a glance. It was Lu Jinnian's handwriting, flying dragons and phoenixes, vigorous and powerful, as smooth and free as flowing clouds and water.

"In the first year, I met her for the first time, with a white top and a blue skirt, a school uniform, a scent of autumn wind, a pink bicycle, and a blushing face.

The next year, the most beautiful thing was not the rainy day, but the eaves she hid with.

In the third year, I emptied half of the math test for her, just to be a classmate.

In the fourth year, she gave her her first birthday gift, and a letter that she didn't know if she found was engraved behind her: Shmily.

In the fifth year, the one who gave up her dream was A University, gave up her stable and ordinary life plan, and went to Hangzhou for her."

When Qiao Anhao saw this, she seemed to have understood something. Her hand holding the paper began to tremble gently, with fog in her eyes, uncontrollably gathering.

"In the sixth year, she approached inadvertently. I smelled the faint fragrance of my hair and suffered from insomnia all night.

In the seventh year, she rejected an opportunity to make a fortune.

In the eighth year, I spent the night with her and kissed her for the first time. In the same year, I rushed to Beijing overnight with the first prize that symbolized success, in exchange for news that she had an engagement with someone else.

In the ninth year, I learned to smoke for her, smoked all night, got drunk, hid alone in the room, and cried for her all night."

A tear slowly fell on the paper, wetting the dry signature pen, and fainting black.

"In the tenth year, I secretly hid in the corner and saw her back many times.

In the eleventh year, I saw thousands of girls of all kinds, and I would unconsciously compare them with her. She was always the best one."

In the twelfth year, I was alone silently, sad about her sadness and happy about her happiness.

In the thirteenth year, I did the thing I would never regret in my life and met her again."

Qiao Anhao bit her lower lip hard, and tears fell harder after more.

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