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Eighteen years ago.
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That year eighteen, I met you and you were wearing a long blue dress. That year eighteen, there were fans in the classroom and cicadas on the playground. That year 18, the summer wind blew dry sweaty shirt. After graduation, one of us went north and one of us went south. Xiang Lingbo never thought, ordinary as the lyrics of the image of him, will also meet a miracle in life, from then on, the north and south, thousands of miles away, never forget...