The Necessity of Old-School Dating

Take me out, ask me out the old-school way, and after I reject you twice, I'll nod the third time.
Don't knock me on MSN, don't leave messages on Facebook, and don't use What's App to ask me if I'm free later.
We are going for a walk, a long, long way. It was only on walks that we really talked, old-school talk.
We know how to be cunning because we love each other tonight, old school.

Bitter hesitation, sweet annoyance. "I am Xu Liangliang" is Li Weijing's realistic love letter that once again penetrates the microcosm of a girl's spirit.

The summons of a witch or the secret words of a storyteller on the bed of One Thousand and One Nights contain the structural interest of the novel, the original meaning and aftertaste of the poem "from the heart", and the various situations of people in contemporary life, small dream inversions, Sadness, joy and vicissitudes of life.

About partial destruction, temporary disability, selective impairment and random dreaming and amnesia... a post-youth unit drama about an old female soul with no cure for chasing love and losing love. Just because you are pretending to be strong, you should be stronger, you should be more cute because you are pampering and cute, and you should be more beautiful because you believe in beauty.

It’s like chronicles of foreseeing harm one by one (but it’s really harmless to humans and animals, isn’t it? I love myself so cautiously, so I love myself in moderation), little novels, little poems, little people, those are far away from the real physical youth, The story of immortal love and hate, fleeting and fleeting, extinguishing and resurrecting, is always approaching: forming a meandering river in the heart, a shadowy alley next to a bright and abundant street, and with every real emotion The wonderful melody of the ups and downs of the breath in a moment - whether it is light and free or full of twists and turns, or like a sacrificial passage or a casual tune, they are all just whispering and singing to the current reader's thoughts. The nightingale that belongs only to the king sings I am lost forever, I understand but don’t want to understand, those ventriloquism messages that are both noisy and silent, and the beautiful redemption that makes people heartbroken too easily.