"No. Aren't you going to the Soviet Union? Although I think it's a fantasy for an old man to go to the Soviet Union to make money, no matter what the result is, the song I just sang was to encourage you, and this money is to give you courage! Take it, and return it to me when you make money!"
The two girls were pushing and shoving each other.
"We are friends! Success or failure, daydreaming or dreams coming true, I will be with you every step of the way!"
…
The shadows of the two girls arm in arm looked so warm in the empty playground.
"I can't send you to the train? If your business fails, don't be afraid. I'm going to my grandpa's this time. They're afraid that my stepmother will abuse me, so they'll give me money." Liang Xiaoxiao grinned.
Bi Yue touched Liang Xiaoxiao's shoulder and said with a smile:
"I can pick you up from the train when school starts. If I make some money, we can celebrate by having fried chicken and beer and making two identical dresses!"
…
There are crowds of people at the gates of major universities.
Those who strode away calmly with their bags;
The "rich kids" with suitcases at their feet, waiting for their parents to pick them up;
Carrying a backpack, I waved goodbye to my classmates;
Before the sisters say goodbye to each other, they always say, "Wait for me to come back and bring you some local specialties!"
Liang Xiaoxiao was the first to leave the dormitory, while Bi Yue was still frying dough sticks.
When she brought Bi Cheng back to the dormitory and was about to pack up her things and move to the rental house, she found two black bags on the bunk.
Bi Yue knew that Douzi, and Liang Xiaoxiao had helped Bi Yue pack it up before leaving.
Four rolls of money, a total of two hundred yuan.
It’s always the little things that we can’t forget.
Bi Yue clenched her fist, she wanted to say goodbye to the fried dough stick stall!
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