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 Put pen to paper this point, has written a whole story about the 3 / 7 of the.
From the opening to write thousands of words now, because of my lazy even nearly two years to write. Adhere to today, within the heart of a plan to lay nearly half have been described.
Chen Diming fact very ordinary life until junior year, the color is in the back, but I did not think was written sophomore winter, has been so much nonsense. and then there are many stories behind will involve experience or the experience of friends, may be very degenerate very decadent. But I do think that the story was looked though, but most importantly they have finished in front of me.
I did not know there are so many who friends look at this story, until suddenly one day sent a few messages, ask me how how the main character's. all of a sudden I feel very grateful.
there are many high school friend asked me these are not your school experiences in Beijing. In fact, I was born in the kind of work in the town, in the North of the edge, there is nothing unique customs were also watered down a lot of Shandong and Anhui.
Chen Diming I'm not there, I was his Qindie, but I just want it for the story published here, left to their own and need to remember. I believe that the works of his own destiny, there are utilitarian and writing best-selling In fact, it does not matter. until one day, I met the girl of my novel, make me wallow in self-torture torture abroad, the rest is just a matter of fact, I recollected the past, and some very sweet, never happened to join, and then turned into text.
As My campus is not the kind described in the text, although it is worth recording, but for the following reasons I really do not want written.
can never forget in that city, I spent four years. that true only in a perfect memory to share achievements, and now although Renshiquanfei, ma'am, a lot can be recalled through the many years that in retrospect, all I have to repeat everything as yesterday, all thoughts to make me cry.
My best time is spent with a group of people drinking Coke. We have faith in the medicine and drugs is a lifetime, when the biggest dream is to have a dorm fridge, you can open the fridge frozen Coca-Cola, poured into stomach. lying on the bed then floating. the night like a spider, like run around the Internet in vain, struggling on the keyboard.
the first half of the campus dedicated to the past, my school is forever.
after half of the 60th I will write years later, as relatively happy, though, the story is actually a little sad.