"While your years are still young"
What class are you on?" He asked in my ear.
"Class 1 and 2 of high school. "I said.
That's how I met him. Later I found out that he had hidden the cigarette in my pocket.
That day, I thought it was just a normal encounter between strangers. However, after being repeatedly tampered with by memory over a long period of time, the encounter was still exactly the same, and it became a particularly important preface to my hasty youth.