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    • CommentAuthorbaidai66
    • CommentTimeDec 1st 2018
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    Later, when he returned to Shanghai after the college entrance examination, she did not go to school, went to work in a forest farm, and later, finally no news about her.

    After more than ten years, he went abroad to study, married his wife and had children, had the happiness he should have, drove a good car, had a house with a swimming pool, had his own company in the United States, kept changing houses, and kept moving. But the only thing he didn't lose was the beautiful red gloves.

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    He still decided to take a look.

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    He didn't call her in advance and wanted to give her a surprise and see if she could recognize him.

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    He called her name. She turned around and saw him a few minutes later and rushed over - "It's you, the American doctor is back!" He did not mention the red gloves.

    After a group of students got drunk, some people mentioned the things of the year and said how they matched.

    When he came back, he found the pair of red gloves. The original bright red now faded and turned into dark purple. Some places opened the line. He tried to reach in and found that it was really awkward. Finally when he put his strength
    ,it broke the line. He didn't understand. How did the beautiful and bright red gloves become so thin and so bleak?"

    He knows that there are many things that cannot be copied. There are many things. After they leave, they will never come back.