I have forgotten it. I just remember singing and dancing to Youth Cultivation Manual in the corridor with my friends after class. I just remember that every time when the boys called them "taofen boys", we would argue with them and blush. We said your hard work and excellence over and over again. I just remember that every time I went to the supermarket and saw the poster, it would always open. I started to save money silently and then bought one and carefully posted it in my room. I only remember how I cried when my family didn't bring the poster back when they moved and looked for it when it had been thrown away. When all the adults didn't understand why, only I knew how much I cherished every poster. It was not just a poster, it was my most ignorant youth.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
