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In the dim dusk, gold is sprinkled into the coffee shop, sitting in Starbucks, feeling the music with sweetness in bitterness. The exquisite spoon collides with the porcelain of coffee, jingling, with the charm of rain wind chimes, and the taste buds on the tip of the tongue are fragrant.
Miao Yan is wearing a long purple dress, and she can't hide her charm. Her slender fingers still smell of art, and the plum blossoms on her nails are fresh and delicate, and disappear in the traces of time along her fingers. "Ah," Miao Yan walked into Starbucks for the first time at dusk eight years ago. Today, eight years later, Miao Yan enjoys the fragrance alone in the afternoon, with memories like water and time like a dream. ...
That summer, Miao Yan was eighteen years old and was admitted to a university that was neither bad nor bad. The campus is green, just like a green carpet, allowing the elves to fly and roll freely. Miao Yan, escorted by her mother, arrived in the beautiful city of C. She knew for a long time that the city's entertainment spirit was developed, and a petty bourgeoisie who was bent on pursuing it was bound to thrive. Miao Yan, who has been with her mother for two days, has to go home because the company is very busy. Miao Yan pretended to shed tears and watched her mother leave. Before the train rang, Miao Yan's heart had flown to the north of Hunan, where she would spend four years in the most liberal university in her life. Think about it, beautiful boy! With her mother gone, Miao Yan can show her ability to play tricks. Military training will not start tomorrow. This is a big one. ...