He Xingzhe, who grew up in Hangzhou, comes from an ordinary family. His father died young and his mother suffered from lung cancer. At the age of 17, he is stepping into adulthood. 17 Years old is a beautiful and youthful age.
That summer the scorching sun was shining on the playground, and sweat flowed from his hair to his face. The boy had an ice-cold soda in his hand and smiled at the boy in front of him, showing his little fangs and asking, "Hey, do you want some, roommate?"...
Intention: No matter what, now that I have written it, I will write a complete ending