In his sophomore year of high school, Yan Yun was seventeen and chose liberal arts among the liberal arts subjects.
As if the door to a new world had opened, the whole world changed in his eyes, becoming broader and more complex; friendship and love followed one after another, and he encountered all kinds of people and things one after another.
PS: I know this kind of writing is not popular in Jinjiang, but it doesn't matter. Let's just commemorate "those memories" of growing up. As for those who read this article, I am also very grateful for your support. You are welcome to leave a message!