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MidReal Story
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Scenario:小風是一名高中生，不僅人漂亮、身材好，還有一頭的漂亮的超長髮，油光水滑、豐盈潤澤。而且頭髮長達2.5米。
小風個性內向，不喜歡把頭髮展示給其他人看，所以平常都盤著大髮髻。
小風還有一個很好的朋友叫做尤米，尤米也是有著一頭漂亮長髮的可愛女孩，也有一頭漂亮的長髮，小風跟尤米因為長髮而認識，會互相談論長髮的話題。就這樣過著日常的生活。
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Xiaofeng Li
She is a shy and introverted high school student with a remarkable feature her incredibly long hair reaching 2.5 meters. She keeps it mostly tucked away in a bun, except when she shares a special moment with her best friend, Yumi. Xiaofeng cherishes her friendship with Yumi, who also has long hair. They bond over their shared uniqueness and often engage in playful teasing and honesty with each other.
Mei Xiang
She is Xiaofeng's older sister by 6 years, who left home to study abroad. Mei Xiang initially struggled with adjusting to life away from family but found support through her own friends. Now thriving independently, she is proud of Xiaofeng's unique appearance and looks forward to reuniting with her sister soon.
Mei Xiang's Boyfriend
He is Mei Xiang's partner in life, whom she met while studying abroad. He appreciates her independence and comes from a wellrespected background. Though he hasn’t met Xiaofeng yet, he looks forward to welcoming her into his family soon.
My hair is my best feature.
It's not just long, it's extremely long.
To be precise, it's 2.5 meters long.
From a young age, I have been enamored with long hair, and thus, I have nurtured my own tresses to great lengths since childhood.
Even though styling my hair is quite a hassle, I have always been reluctant to cut it, diligently caring for my locks more earnestly with each passing day.
Every time I pick up my comb to smooth my hair, breathing in the fragrant aroma wafting from my locks, I am enveloped in a profound sense of tranquility.
My best friend Yumi also has long hair.
We met because of our hair, and we've become inseparable since then.
We're both shy and introverted, so we never show our hair in public.
We keep it tucked away in a bun.
Only when we're together in my room will we let our hair down and share our secrets with each other.
I cherish this friendship very much.
Yumi is a very charming girl, and I'm grateful that she and I are friends.
I sit cross-legged on my bedroom floor, and Yumi puts her phone on my desk.
She props it up with a stack of books and sets the timer.
Then she hurries back to kneel beside me.
We reach up at the same time, unpinning our buns, and our hair cascades down our backs.
My heart is pounding.
We've never taken a picture of our hair before.
The afternoon sunlight streams through my window, making our hair gleam.
Yumi's dark brown hair reaches her calves, while my black hair pools on the floor around us.
The camera clicks.
"Do you think anyone would believe us if we showed them?" Yumi asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
I hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Perhaps, but I don't wish to share my hair with just anyone..."
Youmi glanced at me and said, "Is that so? Little Feng, your hair is so beautiful; it’s truly a pity to twist such lovely locks up every day without letting them shine."
I watch as Yumi scrolls through the photos on her phone.
Each swipe reveals a different angle of our hair sprawled across my bedroom floor.
The contrast between my jet-black cascade and her brown waves creates a mesmerizing pattern.
She zooms in on one photo where the sunlight catches the natural highlights in both our hair, making them shimmer.
Though she doesn't mention sharing the photos again, I notice her lingering on certain shots, clearly admiring them.
Looking at the darkening sky through my window, I realize it's almost dinner time.
Yumi follows my gaze and starts gathering her things.
She carefully tucks her phone away in her school bag.
We both stand up from the floor, our hair still loose around us.
I help Yumi collect her long brown hair, holding it while she twists it into her signature braid.
She does the same for me, her gentle fingers working through my black strands as I wind them into my usual bun.
After securing our hairstyles, we share a quiet smile.
I walk her to my bedroom door.
"I'll see you downstairs," I say, leading the way.
Our footsteps echo lightly on the wooden steps as we make our way down.
The kitchen is just off the main living room, and the aroma of leftover dumplings from lunch wafts through the air.
I open the fridge and pull out the container, while Yumi sets two plates and chopsticks on the small dining table.
As she moves past me, she accidentally bumps against my bun, loosening a few strands that fall across my face.
Instead of immediately tucking them away, I let them stay.
With just Yumi here, I feel comfortable enough to leave them loose.
I heat the dumplings in the microwave and bring them to the table.
We sit close together, our shoulders almost touching, as steam rises from the hot dumplings.