When I woke up, I found myself lying in the hospital, forgetting everything that had happened before. After a few months of rest, he was finally discharged from the hospital. When he was cleaning at home, he found a notebook. It didn't seem to be a notebook. Under the dust was a newer notebook, which recorded what happened in junior high school. Although the things were small, they were touching. His youthful years were so beautiful that he recalled them.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
