When he was eleven years old, Lin Xuan met a little curly boy with big watery eyes and an innocent look on his face.
"What's your name?"
"It's written in the book."
"Meng Jing... What does this word mean?"
Meng Jingzhe looked disgusted: "I miss you, you illiterate"
At that time, Lin Xuan never imagined that this little curly hair whose name he couldn't even pronounce at that time could actually spend such a long time with him.
The content of the story is purely fictitious and has no prototype.
Intention: He still shines and never stops