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Li Xiang's Black History
Li Xiang always likes to squat on the street corner alone, watching the passing cars with headlights flashing. Occasionally, he will light a cigarette and put on a deep look that is incompatible with our age. His deep blurred eyes looked at everything without focus, and his empty eyes were empty.

We all know that he is unhappy.

That year, I was in Grade Two.

There seems to be an adjective "second grade" in the second grade of junior high school. For me, it seems that I have been vaccinated and immune. I have no symptoms. On the contrary, people around you have become as strange as chicken blood.

In their eyes, they seem to be a god who can control life and death. Everyone's emotions are controlled in their hands, and they can't resist-it's useless to resist, and God is a guy who can't move-if everyone is an NPC of LV. 1, then God is the top God pretending to be a big Boss.

I always look at them coldly when they shout proudly.

-dare to be serious, damn it!

I have no time to pay attention to them. Their behavior seems unreasonable to me. Their aggressive tone and actions exude a strong smell of male hormones. I think this is to attract the girls in Seeds of Love.

But obviously, girls don't care about such people at all. They can only have deep men in their hearts.

I heard that the deeper a person is, the more masculine he becomes, although I really didn't see it. Li Xiang is a deep man, but unfortunately, his eyes are obviously not too much; A man with depth-listening to a girl-usually feels safe, but Li Xiang doesn't. Instead, people have the idea that it is more dangerous to make friends with him.

Li Xiang has a rare melancholy at his age. He would drink and smoke on lonely nights, and sing alone with a broken acoustic guitar until his neighbor came to kick the door.

Knowing Li Xiang was unintentional, and the two met in the canteen. At that time, there was the last vanilla ice cream in the store, or the last ice cream. Li Xiang and Litchi and I put three hands with different colors and similar shapes into the freezer almost at the same time.

My fingertips touched the back of Li Xiang's hand, and I touched the smooth fingertips of litchi. I retracted my hand, followed by Li Xiang's hand. The three of us looked at each other and exchanged tens of thousands of meanings. He and I both put on a generous gesture of giving priority to women. After going out, litchi smiled at us and left with ice cream in her arms.