The whole class was admitted to high school, but my father sent me to a vocational high school.
They say that I am mud that cannot hold up the wall, that I am not worthy of the light in this life.
My youth, in that summer when the cicadas were noisy, stopped forever in the third grade of junior high school.
Until later, someone walked through the crowd, squatted in front of me and said:
"Xia Yushi, come with me, and I will take you to see the real light."
——This time, I will take back everything I lost.
