This story originated from the youth of some people. I wrote it out to help Deng Tao. Love is always a word that is kept secret. I don't know if Deng Tao's heart is still entangled with some things after so many years, or if everything is not important anymore. Go and give it time. Some people may ask me whether it would be difficult for people to empathize with me if I wrote about that period of junior high school life in so few strokes. But what I want to say is that feelings are cultivated in those ordinary days, not because of something or someone. Only time can tell how well people get along with each other.
Purpose: Know yourself