After my junior high school year, my schoolbag gradually contained not books but sticks and cigarettes.
Our youth and frivolity led us down this path, and it is difficult to turn back.
Young and frivolous, everything is fate, no one can control it at all!
No one knows what kind of disturbance the young man will cause. The road was bumpy and I never gave up
Hereby declare:
This story is purely "fiction" and does not contain any bad guidance. Do not substitute it into reality!
