Those Years, Those Three Years

When I moved, I found a yellowed notebook in the box. When I opened the notebook, memories that had been dusted for many years came one after another. It recorded in detail everything that happened after my college entrance examination to before I got married, and these things were all related to each girl. They left traces in my life. They left traces in my life, such as the white moonlight that I couldn't ask for, the fair-skinned and beautiful long-legged class girl, the one I had an affair with, and the wife who finally walked into the marriage hall hand in hand. . . . . This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.