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“忘了他是我唯一的选择……”这是一个中文系大三的女生,叫秋子。她来到我面前的时候,整个人仿佛笼罩着一层灰色的云雾。我看着她有气无力地在登记表上填下自己的信息,眼泪好像随时都会落下来。“看起来你的心情很不好,能告诉我是遇到什么事情吗?”我给秋子递上一杯水,关注地看着她。没想到秋子的眼泪好像断了线的珠子一样落下来。我静静地为秋子递上餐巾纸,专心体察她压抑已久的伤心和无助,
“Forget he is my only choice ... ” This is a Chinese language junior, called Akiko. When she came to me, the whole person seemed to be covered in a gray cloud. I watched her exhaustedly fill out the registration form on his own message, tears seem to fall at any time. “Looks like you’re in a bad mood, can you tell me what’s going on?” "I gave Akiko a glass of water and watched her attentively. I did not expect Akiko tears like breaking the same line of beads down. I quietly handed autumn napkin napkin, concentrate on her long-suppressed depressed and helpless,