When I was seventeen years old, I met Lao Zhang for the first time. I can't remember how we met for the first time. There was no thrilling glimpse in the novel, nor the cumbersome plot in the love story. I only remember that it was in an art class on the weekend, and a boy opened the door with a textbook. It was just like this, which made me think about him for a long time.
Purpose: Memoir