We seemed to be back many years ago, in the classroom on the fifth floor next to the toilet, amidst the breathing and noise of more than 80 people, pretending to ignore each other, and deliberately taking advantage of the opportunity of self-introduction to deliberately look at each other. In the end, their eyes inevitably collided, and then they pursed their lips and laughed secretly.
From the initial embarrassment and shyness towards strange male classmates, to the final sleep after becoming family members.
Strange to intimate.
Five words form the fate of a person's life. I am a passing guest, but I hope only you will stay forever.
Ten years of traces are also ten years of mood.
I have also alienated and given up.
I feel even more fortunate and grateful at this moment.