In fact, little cherries are not called little cherries, and fat boys are not called fat boys.
The cicadas chirped in the summer, and the nineteen-year-old Cherry looked at the lush leaves and fell into the whirlpool of memory:
It seemed that in the spring of that year, when the spring was cold and the clothes were heavy, she had an impression of her new deskmate for the first time.
Wow, he is white and tender, and he has a nickname, Fat Boy!
Reading guide:
Updated from time to time
Intention: As time goes by, can we go back to the past?
