As for the stained handwriting on the paper, it's like that year when I was drinking Lemon Seven-Up on the way to the library, I saw you taking out Coca-Cola from the vending machine, holding numerical analysis in your hand, and reciting Lagrange's mean theorem. It was so novel and familiar. In the exchange of two time and space, we actually met in the summer of that year, but we are familiar with each other in this winter... Coco and Ning Qi, you are enough for this summer.
Intention: The span of two time and space does not prevent me from liking you
