#Media People Weekly #Ten days later, it's New Year's. Lots of thoughts. I remembered an interesting event with my first love.
First love is a school flower. The people who chased her had at least one platoon.
My second brother liked her too.
Eight out of ten male classmates in the same class liked her.
Her all-natural beauty. She works at the town credit union.
I was lucky enough to be admitted to a provincial school of finance and banking.
The father of the first love is the director of the town credit union.
Acquiesced to us.
For the New Year, I returned to the town from the county seat.
The town puts an open-air movie on the Spring Festival.
I watched with my first love for a while and then quietly slipped away.
Went to a grove of trees.
I'm timid. Don't dare to do anything.
Hands on the back of first love do not dare to touch.
In the winter, the palms of my hands are sweating.
She was my first love anyway.
I've always had doubts about whether I was her first love.
A few years ago, the Spring Festival held a classmate meeting, and my first love made fun of my timidity.
I asked her: How many times was I your first?
She made me guess.
Oh, I still can't play her. [Cover your face] [I want to be quiet]
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