Truant Veyron

In those years, when we were young, we were always full of unrestrained enthusiasm, like the blooming peonies in summer, always full of love and compassion, like the elegance of chrysanthemums in autumn, always full of hope for all life, like the aloofness of plum blossoms in winter, always full of curiosity, like the blooming flowers in spring. In the tiring study, is there any society left for us today? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.