Start from Here

The girl smiled and ruffled her short hair: "I, Shi Ziming, Class 2, Grade 2, 18 years old, with average grades, one father, one mother and one sister, no bad habits. I was penalized once for fighting in junior high school. I am not good at anything, but I once knocked out two molars of someone with one punch, and broke someone's calf with one kick. But I never uttered curse words, and I am not a girl." What he said was so solemn. He looked at her. The girl laughed and said, "Let's fall in love." She pointed her slender, white finger deep into the ground. "It starts here." The April sunshine shines through the green vine leaves, scattering mottled shadows and lights. People's voices are noisy in the distance, but this moment here is surprisingly quiet.