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The four-year memorandum is like a dusty warehouse. When it is sorted out, it makes people sneeze a lot.

Mi Zhiqiu hadn't read it for a long time, and he didn't even know the meaning of some obscure sentences.But more are essays, occasional excerpts, and small things that happen in daily life.

Things written by people are sometimes more vivid than photos. What the lens can capture is objective light and shadow, but what the text retains is the memory under the control of emotion.

More expressive and more specific.

Before he went to college, he sorted them out and put them in the cloud storage, so the earliest memo on his phone is before the start of college, "My last role has been played, and this is the new play I took on."

It was too much like what a sophomore boy who had just been liberated from high school said.

It seems to be like this at every stage of a person. I feel that I was a fool a few years ago, but when the timeline is pushed back, I will find that I am still a fool now.

Human beings always seem to condemn the truths that they once branched out after becoming more tactful.

Including the current Mi Zhiqiu.

Unlike at the beginning, he would describe his feelings in the middle of the night as steak, cheese, and egg pancakes, expressing his distress about access control.Later, his memo clearly highlighted this person's determination to study hard, and the contents outside the course were all excerpts and reading notes.

But when it came to the summer vacation during the sophomore year, the style of painting suddenly changed.

Mi Zhiqiu read two of them, shook his hands, and decided to sort them out later.

Maybe true love can make people sick.

Mi Zhiqiu stretched his waist, slid his arm up with the sweater, exposing a little skin, and sneezed again.

It's getting cooler.

The temperature of the day before yesterday did not seem to be so low. After dozens of hours passed, the last bit of warmth also sneaked away.

Mi Zhiqiu agreed to Xia Xinran's birthday wish, but before he walked out of the library, he suddenly asked Xia Xinran, "What if another four years pass, and I find that I have something new to do?"

"At that time, you probably looked only twenty." Xia Xin suddenly stroked his face.

He couldn't tell whether it was a compliment or a curse, and it was light to say it in his mouth for such a long time.

Mi Zhiqiu didn't know whether this sentence was a compliment or a derogation, Xia Xin suddenly continued, "You are still young enough to regret it before the age of 30, and it is better to change your mind after the age of 30. At that time, I was financially free alone, and the two of us had no worries about food and clothing." , how nice."

It sounded like congratulating Mi Zhiqiu for getting the ticket to eat soft rice in advance.

"The arrangement is very clear." Mi Zhiqiu commented.

Xia Xin suddenly saw him giving up the discussion, and laughed, "You're usually so cool, why are you suddenly worried about something messed up?"

"Because of the kind of magazines that contributed to, the era of editorial decision-making has come to an end. The vertical content production mode will make inexperienced people feel anxious." Mi Zhiqiu answered seriously.

Not only continuous content output and timely feedback without intermediaries, Mi Zhiqiu thinks long-term and specific.

Xia Xin suddenly slapped him on the head, "Don't worry that you can't do well, the first time I saw the ppt you made, I knew you are a person who can do great things."

"Huh?" Mi Zhiqiu lifted his palm.

"Same style as me."

Xia Xin, who had intentionally changed the color system to be the same as the other party's, was very brazen, as if she was the one being imitated.

Mi Zhiqiu finally couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"Do you remember that when we first met, you read a book called Strong Wind Blowing." When finally about to step out of the library, Xia Xin suddenly mentioned the book they had read before.

"Remember." Mi Zhiqiu pulled up his collar a little to resist the wind that suddenly squeezed into the collar.

"There is a sentence in it. I don't know if you still have an impression." Xia Xin suddenly paused.

"Turn left and right foot, so sooner or later you will reach the finish line."

"Mimi, you have to run first."

Perfection is the direction, but not the end.