Those Years in My Memory

"Zhang Yang, work harder and don't belittle yourself. You were a talented medical scholar back then." I am like the wind, flamboyant by nature, sharpened by the edges and corners of life and as solid as a rock. In those memories, you are wanton and flamboyant, meeting and chasing, waiting and separation in life. Each frame is my most precious memory. In the bustling city, different but similar stories happen to everyone. It seems that we have encountered those complex character relationships and endless emotional entanglements. All kinds of people and things, do you find a familiar scene in reality here...