You seem to be thinner than before, and your hair has reached more than half of your waist. Every time I walk behind you, looking at that thin back always makes me feel like I met you in the last century. Then you look back and I call your name "Long Jianfeng". I want to laugh, and you want to hit me. "Why are you calling me by my name! Crazy." It's like when you were sitting next to me in college and I told you to skip class and leave early. It only took a few minutes.
Intention: I hope Nanfeng will always be happy