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I saw a hot search on Weibo, saying that more than [-] million people have set their WeChat Moments to be visible for three days.

My subject and I complained, and the subject said: "Maybe I am afraid that others will find out my black history a few years ago."

Talking about the object, I looked through my circle of friends and saw a bunch of comment articles about "you are all mentally retarded". After a moment of silence, I suddenly thought of something, and suddenly realized: "No wonder my classmates secretly call me Cong Dangdeng, yes Do you feel it when you look at my circle of friends?"

I suppressed a smile and comforted him: "It's okay, the venomous tongue is pretty good too."

He had a toothache expression: "Those girls are still holding lipstick and asking me to write some evaluations."

Me: "With your demeanor, if you really do the evaluation, no merchant will ask you to promote it?"

He nodded subconsciously at first, and then his face changed suddenly: "Where am I so jealous? I'm telling the truth!"

Well, you're an honest boy.

The subject read his circle of friends, and went to mine again.

Then there was a moment of shock on the expression: "I didn't notice it usually, so you really don't like posting on Moments."

There are basically few original articles in my circle of friends. They are all reposts, reposts of academic conferences, reposts of medical science, and reposts of papers. In a row, only the "happy~" post when I was with my partner last year

The subject's sudden interest prompted me to post a circle of friends.

I opened the edit box and had a headache: "What are you posting?"

Subject: "Whatever you want, you can just post something about the nice weather."

I really couldn't think of the content of this post purely for the purpose of gaining a sense of presence, so I typed the four words "the weather is very good" as he said, and clicked send.

After a few seconds, WeChat began to remind Moments of new news.

Everyone was saying, "Brother Yan, if you are kidnapped, just blink."

I:? ? ?

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The end of the year is approaching, and the experiments are done very late these days, and it is basically eleven or twelve o'clock when I go back to the dormitory at night.

The temperature is low at night, and it is even colder to shiver when driving a small electric car, like a car shaking.

The subject couldn't stand it one night, so he said he would not drive and walked back directly.

So, the two of them wrapped themselves in thick down jackets, scarves, and hats, and went out of the laboratory building against the cold winter wind.

As soon as they went out, they all shivered from the cold.

…sorry, we underestimated the wetness and coldness of the Great South.

When the subject spoke, white mist spewed out from his mouth, just like the humidifier that came with it, it was endless.

Then we talked and looked at each other laughing wildly. The subject laughed so hard that tears almost came out, and the temperature on his body finally rose a little bit.

No one passed by on the road back to the dormitory, and the street lamps on the school road cast warm yellow lights, and our shadows were stretched very long.

The subject walked for a while, and suddenly said with emotion: "It would be great if it snowed. Snowflakes fall from the sky and sprinkle one after another in the warm light. It must be very beautiful."

I endured and endured, but in the end I couldn't hold back, and said: "If we don't leave, the two of us will be frozen to death here before the snow falls."

The wandering expression of the subject collapsed in an instant, full of romance and stillness, he turned his head to stare at me, and said angrily, "I don't understand style!"

I shrugged helplessly, and said very straightly: "I can't help it, I am born dull, and I don't understand style."

After walking a few more steps, I stretched out my hand to hold his icy cold hand, palm to palm, slowly interlocking fingers.

One pocket, two human hands.

Walking on the campus where you have lived for four years, you don't have to worry about being seen by anyone, just like ordinary couples, holding hands and walking the distance.

One day, it will get better and better.

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