Since I was a child, I preferred liberal arts and knew nothing about science, so I studied at Wuxi Art and Culture School for two years. However, because my class teacher was a math teacher, I broke class rules in math class and was suspended from school. Before I dropped out, I met a Chinese teacher at Wuxi Art School who loved me like a mother. The Chinese teacher knew that it was an art school and I was the only one in the class who listened carefully to the Chinese class. So the Chinese teacher was very talented and suggested that he give me extra classes. Within two years, the Chinese teacher would provide me with Chinese textbooks for the third year of junior high school and the third year of high school. The Chinese teacher used his own salary to buy me works by all writers from ancient and modern times, Chinese and foreign. In the past two years, I have been flying in the sea of books. Every time my Chinese teacher gave me extra lessons late into the night, he would cook a bowl of noodles or give me dumplings. The two years I spent with my Chinese teacher were my golden years in art school!
After I dropped out of art school, I transferred to my hometown's junior high school to study again. It was during this year that I met the English teacher who loved me and saved me...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
