That summer, that boy was like a bad guy, who only knew how to bully me. He was very domineering, but sometimes he was also stupid and cute. I still remember his funniness, and I can still feel his residual warmth on my cheeks. His appearance is the drawing board of my youth, the most beautiful paint. His appearance is the luckiest thing in my life. But you always say that I am stupid, but in fact you are the fool. You are so stupid that I love you so deeply and for so long that you haven't noticed.