Admire It at Your Fingertips and Hide It in Your Heart

Returning to the gate of Qingyang Middle School again, Li Xingyue has already returned to his alma mater as an outstanding student of the school. She has been living a hazy life at home for more than a month. The preliminary interviews and sampling were all done by her assistant, and everything was left to others. However, in the dark night, I still think of myself who was cold outside the live broadcast room. Thinking of that night when she was searching for the question with answers in mind, she didn't understand that tender voice at the time. When she recalled it now, she felt a sharp pain in her heart. She has no anger or hatred, she understands him. How could the young man who said that winners and losers live in the present, and that when he won a silver medal in a science and technology competition, he would put the medal in her hand and ask her to keep it safe until he could exchange it for the gold medal in the future? How could he be willing to let her expose his lies right now? Lies are inseparable from his external dignity. She still remembers the past with him clearly, and even now she has no choice, or in other words, she no longer has the courage to start over with a new person. At the school gate, I looked at the huge magnolia flowers growing on the magnolia tree at the door. They were simple and elegant but could not conceal their upward vitality. Li Xingyue stopped, raised his head, and thought, it turned out to be the same as in his memory. That year, she was sixteen years old and in her first year of high school.