Copywriting | Time has passed, and Lu Nanxuan can finally say such shameless words calmly. "He is not synonymous with excellence, but all the good things I feel happen to come from him." Even though the boy's face is blurred in the memory, those seemingly unimportant and fragmented moments are like a brand that cannot be forgotten. During his morning jog, he would pretend to tie his shoelaces and wait for her to run by, then quickly get up and catch up, pulling her ponytail from behind, "Hey, you are running too slow, I have tied my shoelaces and you just ran here." When she was about to step out of the classroom with her schoolbag on her back, he would quietly grab her schoolbag with his hand, force her to stagger back to him, and then lie seriously, "Wait a minute." Lu Nanxuan really thought something was wrong with him, so she resisted the urge to kick him, raised her head and asked, "What are you doing?" Then he looked like he had lost his memory for a moment, and touched the back of his head, "What did I just want to tell you?" When he couldn't pretend anymore, he just laughed and ran away. He knew she couldn't catch up with him. In math class, she was asked to write a question. After finishing writing, she had just sat down when she heard the teacher calling him, "Come here and see if the answer is correct." Without saying anything, he went up with the chalk and made a huge check. The degree of perfunctory was obvious, and the math teacher laughed and scolded him and drove him away. Amid the laughter of the whole class, he said softly in a voice that only they could hear, "There is a negative sign that I didn't add, so I blocked it for you with my hook." Years later, when they met unexpectedly, the first words he said to her were not a false "How are you doing?" Memories that had been sealed for many years were opened again, and he came whistling with the years behind him, as if he was a world away. "Since so many years have passed, I'll just count you among them." "Come back to me."