我用手指在雾深露重的机场玻璃上写了一行字,周嘉年,鸭西不留鸡比鸭。ONE第一次相遇在学校附近的公车站,那天是周末,很多人摩拳擦掌准备抢座位,我提着大包小包被他们撞来撞去,样子很傻,苦不堪言。身后有个声音响起,我来帮你提吧。我抬头看他,有片刻的眩晕,看他一身的Y3,应该不会打我这些便宜货的主意吧,于是心安理得地把包全往他手里堆。车来了,他提着我的包气壮山河地上车,然后把我拖到他占据的位置上说,你坐 I used my fingers to write a line of words on the thick airport glass. In Zhou Jiayin’s day, Yaxi did not stay in chickens than ducks. ONE met for the first time at a bus stop near the school. It was a weekend. Many people were gearing up to grab a seat. I was bumped and bumped by them with a big bag. It was silly and miserable. There is a voice behind you. Let me help you. I looked up and looked at him. There was a moment of dizziness. To see him in Y3, I wouldn’t have the idea of ​​bargaining with me, so I settled the bag in his hands. The car came, he took my baggage on the river, and then dragged me to his place and said, you sit