Mr. Qiu, you are my little luck.
In the summer of 2014, the loudspeaker of the campus radio rang loudly: the magical castle in the fairy tale has a dreamy flavor... I stood on the podium with my schoolbag on my back and looked at the seating chart. I looked up and saw the twelve-year-old Qiu Yi, grinning and looking towards the podium with eyes that were full of light, with unique sunshine and purity. I can fully feel his joy for the world.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
