This is probably a story about an ordinary child who met an enthusiastic and motivated older brother and walked hand in hand. Ordinary love essays, sweet yet astringent, bitter yet sweet. Everything has to go through hardships first and then become sweet step by step. After all, good things come hard. I love to cry, and he is a calm person, but he has also made me cry countless times after being together. The one time I remember the most is when he talked to me quietly and cried while trying to explain to me that he was talking about his grandmother because of my unreasonable troubles. This makes me still feel guilty. Mr. Lang spent a lot of time doing ideological work with his parents just to meet me (he came to a strange province for the first time not long after the epidemic ended). There are many things he does for me in daily life. I love him as a family member. Fortunately, I met him, he taught me knowledge and taught me how to grow.
Purpose: to record the daily life of Mr. Lang and I until we are eighty-eight years old