Come to think of it, I have been thinking too much recently. I have imported all the notes I took on electronic devices when I was doing nothing every day since high school to my computer. I am finally willing to find a chance to sort out such precious memories of myself. This is a story I wrote for myself. I don't expect many people to read it. I just describe some simple and trivial daily life. I try every means to recall it and relive it countless times, as if the story is not over as long as there is memory. As an engineering girl whose Chinese language skills were mediocre during her studies, please forgive me for the lifelessness of my language and inappropriate vocabulary. Please forgive me for being petty and stuck in details. I am just telling a simple story to pay homage to my youth and ignorance. The best way to forget someone is to turn him/her into words. Words will deepen the longing for a person. The years are quiet, hello, old times!
Intention: The most authentic campus life, the most touching teenage fairy tale, just to give him a chance to see the love that the girl had hidden for many years.