I am not a native Chinese major with a major in college, and I am not an Internet traffic writer. I wrote this story just because I suddenly remembered a person I know, but you don't know. Probably not in this way. I think it will be difficult for anyone to remember her a hundred years from now. Most of the people who know her now have new families, a future worth looking forward to, and an ordinary life. For example, I and the boy from the Li family next door should be called Mr. Li now.
She said: "Hello everyone, my name is Han Xiao, Han Feizi's Han, Mianxiao Jiuquan's smile~"
He said: "Ajiu, you are such a useless kid, do you want to go together?"
I still remember that it was summer, and the noon sunshine flowed into my left hand, and it would disappear when I held it. When I spread my hand, it just contained a burst of blazing heat.