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Seven wishes
Author: mucus
The first chapter is about people with the same name and shit.
Updated on February 7, 2009 at 22: 40: 22. Words: 3247
My surname is Gou, male, and I am in Grade Two of a county middle school.
Because my grandfather lived in the countryside all his life, he said that babies in the countryside must have a base name, but the aunt of the police station said that such vulgar words could not be written on the household registration, so I was lucky to call it the dog market, not the dog market. ...
I have lived in the shadow of this shit name since I was a child. The children nearby don't play with me, saying I'm sloppy like shit, and their parents also tell their children to stay away from me, saying I can't get on the wall like shit.
I am very helpless. I once quarreled with my parents about this shit-like name, and was finally defeated by my father's sentence' This was before your grandfather died'. But now that I think about it, I got up before my grandfather died. what can I do for you?
From pre-school to primary school, from primary school to junior high school, until now, no one wants to be near me. The influence of the name is infinite, and this fact has to start with my lovelorn love after my first crush.
There was a faint white fog that day, and there was a clear fragrance in the fog. It was the first day of the second day of school. I thought that we would be divided into classes soon. Without the hell of life in the first grade, people would mature a lot. Maybe no one will laugh at my name. So I got up at 6: 30 in the morning for the first time, stripped off my clothes three times and five times and rushed into the bathroom, humming a love song with a tone change. Hot water was poured from head to toe, as if it could wash away all the filth.
I am a person who is easily influenced by things around me. Inadvertently, I looked down and saw that little JJ seemed to have grown up again, so I thought with interest about why he grew up. As a result, time stood comfortably under the nozzle, counting the small ones one by one. ...