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Good years quietly slip away, yet still, chatting leisurely online, only friends have changed. Lightly tapping the keys, quietly reading posts, slowly scrolling the screen, smiling and murmuring amusing texts, tea cools as night falls!

Okay, I floor

Uh, this was the floor. A year ago, Aoi Sora was still a virgin, Edison Chen didn't have a camera yet, Li Gang didn't have a son yet, chrysanthemum was just a flower, penguins were not QQ, 2B I only knew was a pencil, buying instant noodles still came with seasoning, cups were just for brushing teeth, buildings were for living in, cucumbers and bananas were just for eating, professors weren't called 'shou' yet, the sun wasn't called 'ri', leaders didn't write diaries, pears weren't this big yet, a big belly meant knowing whose it was, we still believed in true feelings. Now, bro is speechless, only able to face this fucked-up life with a 'what the hell' attitude. I'm not here to grab the sofa, nor to buy soy sauce. I'm also not here to cheer for the original poster, and certainly not to gang up against the original poster. I'm just silently striving for 100,000 points. You're a beauty, I won't be jealous; you're a monster, I absolutely don't care; you're a handsome guy, I couldn't care less; you're a jerk, I won't despise you either. No matter how noble your sentiments, I won't praise you; no matter how corrupt your morals, I won't be moved. In this era where verification codes are everywhere, I had to get a membership. Before, I just read countless posts every day, rarely replying. Later, I realized why I kept standing still while many people who registered later than me already had higher levels. I finally woke up. So I saved this text in Notepad and copy-pasted it every time I read a post.