There are still footprints left by us in the mottled corner of the courtyard, the big banyan tree at the door remembers our running figure, the old mail room still echoes our laughter, the gatekeeper is old, and we have all grown up... It was in the most brilliant summer of that year, I told Chenchen that I made a firm choice - I want to be an excellent surgeon... I still clearly remember that the wind in that summer was particularly soft, and Chenchen responded to me with a warm spring smile: OK, let's go together
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
