Copywriting: (Full text is undergoing major revision...) When I first met Lu Jin, he was 14 years old and I was only 9 years old, wandering alone on the roadside every day. At that time, he was wearing sportswear, a pair of white canvas shoes, and a black schoolbag on his back. He was walking across the road without looking away, while I was standing next to the tattered trash can, wearing my father's gray tattered cotton-padded jacket, and my hair was dirty. It was a mess, and I probably hadn't combed it for several days, as if I was just a rag picker. I think my only clear thought at that time was that I hoped that the handsome young man wouldn't see my embarrassment, and he really didn't spare me a single glance...