Luo Xingyu choked and said, "Isn't that you?"
Lou Guodong nodded, "Yes, that's me, and my desk-mate was your mom."
When her mom was mentioned, Luo Xingyu was stunned for a moment, then she said softly, "You've never mentioned that before."
Luo Xingyu took off her slippers, placed her feet on the couch, hugged her legs, nestled there, and continued to listen to her dad's story.
What Lou Guodong spoke of were clearly his most precious and profound memories.
"Later, we attended the same middle school. Back then, her grades were very good, whereas mine were not that great because I had to help my mom with handiwork to earn extra money for the family after school, so my grades couldn't match hers. She was always first, and I hovered around tenth place."
"That's quite good, though."