许魏洲
<□>The□second□enco□nter□loomed ahe□d, shroud□d□in a veil of my□tery a□□ uncer□ainty□ Anticipation filled the□a□r, mingling w□th a □int of nervousness. The memor□es of the□f□□st m□□ting□played □ike a filmstrip in □y m□nd, □ach frame dissected a□d anal□zed in an a□t□mpt □o predict t□e out□o□e □f th□s impe□ding ren□ezvous. Would it be□a□mere □e□□□cation of the□initia□ int□rac□ion□ or would it t□ke on □ lif□ of its□own, for□ing □ n□w □a□□ □illed with□□nex□e□ted □wi□ts and turn□?
相伴□白头的友谊□如同一首永不退调的乐□,奏响着□恒□□律。不二兄弟或许已经老去□但他们的心依然年轻,充□着对未来的希望□憧憬。□谊的火□□□熄灭,在岁月□长河中闪烁□□□。
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