When I was young, I didn't know who I would meet. The summer of my freshman year in high school was the past I most wanted to go back to. "Brother Nian, how do you write this question? I didn't understand what he said in class." Chen Nian raised his head, "You didn't pay attention to the class, right." Chen Nian's words were full of helplessness. He slowly picked up the question and looked at it, and began to explain the question to me word by word. / "Do you have a stomachache again? Are you home?" "Yes." Chen Nian walked out of the school gate with his bag on his back. The next day, "Tian Xin, information class, hurry up!" I recovered and walked towards the computer room. By some strange coincidence, I landed on the □ space and posted, "I haven't attended any classes today. I mean, I've been thinking about you all day." I regretted it as soon as I posted it, but luckily he liked it. Later, I seemed to be unable to write any love words.
Intention: There will always be regrets, so let nature take its course