Lin Zhixia dragged his suitcase and stood in front of the bronze gate of Yunlan High School. The morning light slanted across his eyebrows, illuminating the temporary nameplate - "Brother Shen Yanzhou."
He didn't move or speak, he just lowered his eyes and let the crowd at the school gate pass by him. Some people peeked, some whispered, and some held up their mobile phones to record videos secretly. He heard someone whisper: "Real or fake? The missing young son of the Shen family? He looks exactly like Shen Yanzhou." Others sneered: "Isn't it a poor relative pretending to be a high-ranking son?"
He lowered his head and unconsciously touched the metal badge on the collar of his school uniform with his fingers. It was cold and biting. He remembered that when he was five years old, he also wore a similar tag with "Sample No. 07" Written on it. At that time, he didn't understand what a sample was. He only remembered the nurse saying: "Don't cry, it will hurt if you cry."
He didn't cry. He was never afraid of pain.
