The leaves of the sycamore trees at Qingyan Middle School were brittle under the July sun. Su Yu was sitting in the stands beside the playground, holding a crumpled admission notice in his hand. The large gilded letters of the Law Department of University A were a bit dazzling in the sun, and there was a yellowed photo next to it - it was a group photo of Lin Yu when he was in junior high school. The young man in the back row stood on tiptoe and put his arm on Su Yu's shoulders. The collar of the school uniform was crooked, revealing the washed white undershirt.
"Brother Yu, the newspaper said that Mr. Long's case will be retried." Scarface limped over with a bandage on his arm and a thermos bucket in his hand. "Old Chen found new evidence in the detention center. The brake oil pipe that killed Lin Yu's father was tampered with."
Su Yu didn't look up, and stroked Lin Yu's smiling face in the photo with his fingertips. On the day that Young Master Long's death sentence was handed down, a huge fire broke out in the direction of the funeral home. Some said it was revenge from enemies, while others said it was the remnants of the Long family destroying evidence. Only Su Yu knew that it was Lao Chen who lit the fire - he said that all the dirty past would be reduced to ashes with the flames.
"Who did it?"
"Who else could it be?" Scarface opened the thermos bucket. Inside was freshly cooked pork ribs porridge, and the aroma mixed with the smell of grass from the playground. "Brother Bao, that old guy was recruited at the hospital. He said it was because Mr. Long was afraid that Lin Yu's father would find out about the false accounts, so he did something."
There was the thud of a basketball hitting the ground in the distance. Several freshmen in school uniforms were playing ball. One of them, a tall and thin man wearing glasses, always stumbled when passing the ball, much like Lin Yu back then. Su Yu looked at the jumping figure and suddenly remembered the first day of school.
