Mr. Baili and I

I was 15 years old that summer, still a teenager who was half asleep and half awake. Now that I think about it, fate is really a wonderful thing. If it hadn't been for that encounter, all the things that followed might only appear in dreams and dissipate with the first alarm in the morning. Once people get older, they are inevitably sentimental. While I still have the strength, I want to record our story, so that I can live my life in this world in vain. Many people cannot remember many things clearly and can only piece together the complete story from their memories. As for whether it is reliable or not, there is no way to verify it. Forgive me that I can only tell these stories from a first-person perspective. After all, I can't understand other people's moods. I won't deliberately speculate on other people's joys, sorrows, and joys. I will simply describe my mood. Everyone will understand me. Without further ado, let me start from my first encounter with Mr. Bai Li.