Human beings are not like grass and trees, but they tend to be sentimental. End without illness, things will be as you wish. Liking you is like a fish drinking from water, everything will work out when it comes. If you fail, you will fail. I like the way you read Zhengdu Zhengdu and startled a group of gulls the most. It turns out that even though we were born in the same soil and drank from the same water, we can still have different accents and tones. I stubbornly believed that this was a secret promise that should not be exposed. If you can't hold on, at least you can still be fascinated.
The little things in those years were limited to the relationship between being at the same table. We separated on the 38th parallel, we had disputes, and we never had life-or-death friendships. Maybe it was my wishful thinking that being in your favour, asking for your books when I borrowed them, would make you remember it deeply, and that I could be the sparkling lunatic in your memoirs, beat you to death and cry, and probably only me would be left with the grudge.