You and I Are Exceptions

I was thirteen years old and fell in love with a boy. Until one day, I took out the textbook from the third grade of junior high school and prepared the text for my brother. He points to your name and asks: Who is he? I answered: It's the person I couldn't marry when I was eighteen. The younger brother said with regret, "What a pity." You walked in and flicked his forehead and said, "Your sister didn't marry me until she was twenty-two years old. What a shame for you." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.