My youth was also fed*, and in my memory, he was also recalling every moment with me. I walked downstairs in a daze, and a boy's voice came from upstairs: "Who are you? We have met somewhere." I thought to myself that it was him. . . . "I am Xiao Jingheng, who are you?" I said, "I am Muzi, your parents' good friend. I played with you when you were a child. Hengheng, you have grown up so much." "No, I saw you in the drawer. Dad~~Dad~~ Someone is looking for you." - My childhood sweetheart, you have grown up. . . .
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
