Song Yutang originally didn't want to take Chinese classes anymore.
From the first grade of primary school to the fourth grade of secondary school, for nine years, I wrote and composed sentences every week. After his sister graduated, no one helped him register. He also began to think seriously about whether if he continued to take Chinese classes, it would squeeze out time for other subjects.
But Lin Wan said, please stay with me for another year.
He reported it.
On the first day of school, Chinese class is the last period in the afternoon. He walked into the next classroom with his schoolbag and stood at the door for a while, not knowing where to sit. At this time, two boys came over. One of them he knew was Chen Boran. He was not familiar with them but could speak a few words. The other wore a black mask with only his eyes exposed.
The man greeted him naturally, as if he had known him for a long time.
Song Yutang didn't remember knowing him. Only later did he realize that the man's name was Shen Zhefei. And the Shen Zhefei in his memory was white and fat, and had nothing to do with the tall and thin boy in front of him. He didn't know what kind of summer vacation Shen Zhefei had experienced, but he vaguely felt that there was something hidden under that mask that he couldn't understand at all.
What made him even more confused was that Shen Zhefei had spoken to him several times today, and each time it was as if he had practiced it in his mind many times. What he doesn't know is that some people's approach has already started before you notice him.
One hour a day, four days a week, and sooner or later the answer will come.
Concept: You cannot be loved by becoming someone else.