I hid from He Fang for three whole years.

　　I remember it so clearly because the day I knocked him down was New Year's Eve of my freshman year.

　　That night, firecrackers were everywhere.

　　And today is New Year's Eve of my senior year.

　　I dragged my suitcase and planned to buy some fruit before going upstairs.

　　Unexpectedly, I ran into He Fang just like that.

　　He hadn't changed much, wearing a hood, hands in his pockets, exuding a lazy teenage vibe.

　　I couldn't tell at all that he was a jerk.

　　A handsome jerk.

　　The moment he entered the store, I instinctively turned around and lowered my hat brim.

　　"Xiao Fang, buying fruit again?" The female boss was young, and her eyes lit up when she saw He Fang.

　　"The new tangerines are really good.

　　Take two back for your parents to try." He Fang said, "I don't like sour." "Then how about cherries, they're sweet." "I hate sweet even more." ...

　　I wanted to slap him, eat if you like, if you don't, get lost.

　　But the boss's enthusiasm remained undiminished.

　　When it came time to pay, she even forcefully packed a few apples into his bag.

　　This was the special treatment reserved for He Fang.

　　With a good-looking face, he was a small tyrant everywhere he went.

　　When he was ten years old, He Fang went out empty-handed and came back with pockets full of snacks after making a round.

　　I envied him to the point of tears.

　　Now at twenty, he changed the snacks he received from one group of people to another.

　　He was still the small tyrant.

　　The boss asked, "Xiao Fang, are you going home alone this year?" "Hmm." "The neighbors said you were planning to bring your girlfriend back this year." He Fang has a girlfriend? I unconsciously perked up.