I still remember my high school years, as dreamlike as light and shadow. In the incandescent light of evening self-study, I looked at the distorted numbers on the paper, listened to the rustling sound of your writing on the paper, and the frown on my face when correcting the question, and occasionally glanced at me like I was looking at a fool. They were all fixed on that old-fashioned film machine.
We once thought we would be like two parallel lines, but we met again in this scene. I am no longer me, will you still be you?
Purpose: Support each other and become better versions of ourselves