那座江南小镇,树木里仿佛都带着饱满而湿漉的水分。那些埋藏在肥大校服下的高三时光,黯淡而又美好。夕阳,铁轨。火车轰隆隆驶过。小意,你知道自己想什么,这样真好。——她凑到他耳边说。一厘米的距离,0.1秒的触碰,姚哲恬撞进了屠小意的心里。只属于两个人的黑板报时间,闯进桀骜不驯的齐景轩,空气里暗涌暧昧的气息。 In the small town south of the Yangtze River, the trees seemed to have full, damp water. The three senior days buried under the hypervisor were dim and beautiful. Sunset, railroad tracks. The train thundered. It’s nice to know what you want. - She gathered in his ear and said. At a distance of one centimeter, 0.1 seconds of touch, Yao Zhexi bumped into Tuixiao’s heart. The blackboard time only belongs to two people, and Qi Jinxuan, who is unbridled and unruly, breathes in the air.