在那个对爱懵懂的年纪里,并不会刻意地去追问自己,到底喜不喜欢他,这是不是喜欢。只是每天能见到那个人,心里便很开心,有时候想起那个人,心里也能温暖得开出一朵花。“可爱吧,特别喜欢,谢谢你。”他在朋友圈里这样写道,图片是一双有耳朵的小熊棉拖,桌面上的电脑用白色毛巾盖了起来,应该是怕落灰尘吧。他还和以前一样爱干净。我把手机丢在一旁,起身去抽屉里拿出一叠信, In that age of love ignorant, and will not deliberately ask yourself, in the end like it or not, this is not like it. Just that person can see every day, my heart is very happy, sometimes think of that person, my heart can warm out a flower. “I love it, I really like it, thank you.” He wrote in his friend’s circle that the picture was a pair of cotton wool mop with ears and the computer on the desktop was covered with a white towel. He still loves cleanliness as before. I left my cellphone aside and got up to draw a stack of letters in the drawer,