"You have to believe, believe that we will be like in fairy tales, with happiness and joy as the ending..."
The Walkman was almost out of battery, and Guangliang's crisp and clear voice became deeper and deeper, and gradually became blurry, until only a funny noise remained.
"Damn, why is the battery out again?"
The boy took off the tattered story book, revealing a handsome face with clear outlines. He put down his legs, reached into his desk pocket and took out an old Walkman, pulled out the battery and used his teeth to Bite two rows of teeth, put it back, cover it and press it, and it's fine again.
Across the aisle, a dark-faced boy stretched out his neck and smacked his lips, "Chen Yue, is this okay?"
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