The first time I saw him, he was leaning on the sofa with his legs crossed, his arms supporting his delicate face, shaking a cup of sour plum soup, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be raised. I wanted to have a deeper contact with him...
The first time I saw him, he was sitting next to my friend, smiling, with crooked eyes, and his whole face was vivid and beautiful. I just wanted to get to know him...
The first time I saw him, he was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, holding a book in his hand, and wearing glasses. The moment he walked onto the podium, I decided that he would never skip his class...
When I met them, I entered a world that was completely unfamiliar to me. If I have another life, I will definitely not choose to know them, but in this life, I can only go crazy with them...