I will probably never forget him.
The boy in the sunset, his white shirt reflecting the warm light, his face expressionless but always gentle.
"Hey, Liang Wang!" Fan Zhi, who was still a young girl at the time, ran towards him with her skirt flying.
"I won't return that copy of "The Legend of Wukong" to you, Fan Zhi." The young man looked at Fan Zhi who was smiling silly, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and stretched out his hand.
This is a dream. My boyhood is far behind me.
Fan Zhi felt sad for a while when she woke up, but was amused by the wet pillow towel. Hahaha, saliva again, haha.