He had a loose-leaf notebook with a new brown leather cover. This book was taken with him when he entered school in 2011, but he didn't want to think what people around him thought. This book has been with him for 15 years. From the time he was 5 years old until now, he keeps going around but always keeps it. No matter where you see him, he is carrying a backpack with everything in it. The camera, the ballpoint pen and his notebook. He didn't shy away from others looking through his things, including the notebook, because it was brand new. As for the photos in the camera, they were all of the backgrounds of people in groups. The framing and lighting were good, but it made people feel indescribably incongruous. He did not live on campus, but rented a small apartment near the back door from his freshman year to graduation. The furnishings were simple, but there were obvious traces of decoration by himself. Yes, he came from a good family, but his popularity was average. It was not that he had a bad temper, but he spoke very little. At the beginning, the classmates were not very familiar with each other. At gatherings to enhance relationships, he would just smile silently, with calm eyes, as if he could see through your eyes and enter your soul. He would nod or shake his head. Occasionally, he would speak when his body could not express himself, and his voice would be gentle.