At noon on Wednesday, when I rode my bicycle to Zhou Meimei's house for counseling, there was a little beautiful woman in the room. The delicate melon seeds were as bright as jade, so quietly sitting in the corner of the sofa, so quiet and beautiful.

Zhou Meimei was foolish when she saw me. She gave me a stare and told me that this was her classmate, Fang Zijing, who had just transferred to her class this semester. Now she is her deskmate. She also said that Fang Zijing's achievements in Chinese and English were very good, especially in English, because Fang Zijing used to study abroad, but just returned...