Her on the right hand side

There is always a warmth on the right hand side, a touch of joy, a bit of distress, leaving a deep friendship.

a touch of joy, a trace of distress

She, a pair of bends like the moon, the dense eyebrows, the vivid eyes always turn around. During class, the frequent "intimate contact" of her disappointing eyes sometimes went into the "dream town" or perhaps the reason for ensuring the quality of the lectures, and then moved the door to take out the "head cantilever, cone-thorn stock" The spirit of her, biting her delicate little arm into a blue piece, purple.

In the self-study class, she is a "heaven" with a little song, doing a small question, don't mention how comfortable it is. When she changed her lyrics, she said with a smile on her hippie: "Hey, I will sing this sentence."

a touch of warmth, a touch

When I am in trouble, she will be obliged to help me with a frowning face, and carefully explain it until I smile. But when she encounters difficulties, she can't stand the temper, expose her nature "naked", and lock her brows and still lick the pen until it is more than a "pleasant" voice.

At noon, the nutritious meal was sent out. When I came back from the outside, I found a bad egg on the table. I thought, "It’s not good at the same table. I gave the broken egg to me. I took a sigh of relief, ignored her, and went to class. The classmate said: "You are very good at the same table. Both eggs are broken and you are given a bigger one. "I was moved by the loss. She saw the orchid and pointed it to her mouth." Hey, I am more jealous than Sister Dou. "Our eyes are intertwined. Laugh...

There is always a moving picture, a girl with a beautiful smile and a thoughtful heart, sitting on my right hand side.

The third day: Wang Wenyue