Shengshi took a sip of wine and answered truthfully, but this answer made people think that he was a bitch and narcissistic: "Although I can't remember what she looks like specifically, I think she should be pretty good-looking."
Not bad
Gu Lanshan made a look like vomiting, looked at Shengshi with a red face, and said with a sigh: "Twenty, I really feel sad for your girlfriends, you don't even remember what your parents look like.
Got it!"
At this point, Gu Lanshan raised her chin, squinted at Shengshi, and asked, "Then do you still remember your first girlfriend? People say that first love will be remembered much more deeply!"
"First love?" Shengshi really couldn't tell whether his first girlfriend was his first girlfriend. If it was a real love, he felt that Gu Lanshan was the first love who deserved the title, but he
Understanding that the person she was asking was not her, but the girl he had messed around with when he was young and frivolous and didn't know how to love. He squinted his eyes, thought for a while, and answered: "It's a woman."[
"Pfft." Gu Lanshan spit out the wine she had drunk in her mouth. She also imitated his example, squinting her eyes and glaring at Sheng Shi fiercely and said: "Twenty, have you ever talked to a man?
Girlfriend?"
Sheng Shixiao: "That's not true.
"Love letter? You still write a love letter? It's unimaginable that you would do this again!" Gu Lanshan was particularly surprised. She had rarely asked about the love history of Shengshi, and always thought that writing a love letter should not happen.
That's right in the prosperous times.
Shengshi said: "Yes, don't forget, I was young too."
Gu Lanshan opened her eyes wide, looked at Shengshi, became more and more curious, and continued to ask: "Then what did you write in your love letter? How did you give it to that girl? Did you blush?
?Are you nervous?"
Shengshi was dumbfounded by Gu Lanshan's questions. He shook his head and said, "No. It was the evening of self-study at that time. Huazi, Huan Nian, and I stopped her at the door of the classroom and handed her a piece of paper.
, I wrote my phone number on it, and then I told her, it’s up to you.”