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In the afternoon, the sun shines on the slightly gray comb, which is particularly dazzling. Xian looked at it carefully, and the trademark handwriting on it was still there, but the smell of sandalwood had already disappeared. At this time, the SMS reminder sounded, and it was Xixi, saying that he would go home for dinner later. Xian put down her mobile phone, and then put the comb in her cosmetic bag.
I have two such combs. When I was a sophomore, I thought I had lost my comb. I bought the same comb in a big city for several hours, but I was still very lost because it was given by that person. In fact, it is not only a body double, but also lost. In the year of graduation, when she was packing, Xian found the comb that she thought she had lost in her sophomore year. Since then, Xian has never lost it.
At first, I didn't notice that Xian had two combs of the same model. Later, when they traveled together, they found that the comb in Xian's cosmetic bag was the same as that in the bathroom, only older.
Xian never thought that she would meet that person again. On the increasingly steep mountain road, Xian He stopped to have a rest, and there was a man and a woman taking pictures in front of the stone carving opposite. Even if the man changed his hairstyle and became stronger, the face buried in his memory was restored like this. As if still in a dream.
Very close. The man's eyes seemed to come over. I was young. ...
Should be what you need.