At that time, I drank soy milk every day, held fried dough sticks in my hands, and carried a big schoolbag on my back.
At that time, every day, with a kick on the left and a palm on the right, I would pull out all the grass around me.
At that time, I would say every day that I had no virtue and would not show mercy, and I would smile and look at the black lines on my head.
At that time, I would "hold my hand and drag my son away" every day, letting others cry and howl...
You must believe that there are always people around you worth cherishing
Just like us in the schoolbag era, the same
The schoolbag era is an era that none of us will forget
Right?