That Part of My Favorite Road

That part of my favorite road— It's the road where the two people collided head-on in the corridor during the midsummer day. It was after school, the sun was setting, and the clouds were about to fall. The young man was wearing a clean blue and white school uniform. He was on his way home after tutoring. It's the 800-meter run with me on a track full of sweat beads. It is the road covered with darkness and thorns, when the timid person stops and dares not move forward. The young man steps on the thorns, fights against the darkness, and takes 100 steps forward. For this reason, he only said, "Kang Xi, you don't have to do anything, I will run to you every time." The journey from midsummer to the end of winter