When you fasten your shirt buttons, you always have to fasten them to the last button before you realize that some things were wrong from the beginning for no reason.
He likes to play basketball, and his favorite sneakers are AF. His left foot is 46 and his right foot is 45, so it is troublesome to buy shoes every time. He likes to drink Pepsi more than Coke; he likes to wear black socks, likes boiled fish the most, and hates eating leeks; he has two moles on the back of his neck, although I always laugh at him for having two eyes on the back of his neck; he has a bad stomach, but he likes spicy food, so he can't compromise no matter how coquettish he is.
Five years with him seemed to have gone by in the blink of an eye. Our story has ended, but the future continues. If you meet such a person, please treat him well, because he takes away my youth and nostalgia.
The copy cannot be written, because this novel is semi-autobiographical, so no one can predict what will happen.