The social worker who died suddenly at the age of 28 returned to the senior high school class. This time he stopped studying and just wanted to live well - but he was dragged into the most complicated and heartwarming "Shura field" by three girls and a youth with no time to say goodbye.
Chen Zhou died late at night when he was 28 years old. At the workstation, with his face pressed against the keyboard, the last email showed "sent". His last thought was: "I haven't had dinner yet."
When I opened my eyes again, I saw the fluorescent lamp in the third grade classroom. His forehead was smacked on the open textbook, the chalk dust mixed with the smell of ink, and a countdown sign was posted on the left side of the blackboard - "There are still 287 days until the college entrance examination." His deskmate Lin Xiaolu tilted his head and asked him, "What's wrong with you?"
He spent an entire class confirming that he was reborn. Then I made a decision: this time, I won't roll it up. Quit all cram schools, go to bed at 10:30, run every day, and make "survival" the first priority. He thought that "simple mode" only required adjusting himself, but the autumn of eighteen was more complicated than he imagined - there was a school beauty who collected ginkgo leaves sitting at table No. 3 In the library, the top grader in the last row of the physics class handed over a hand-copied book of wrong questions, and the girl next door who grew up with him stood under the streetlight and said, "You have changed, but you still have to take me with you."
He walked back to the track of 18 years old with the memory of 28 years old, and found that the most difficult thing was not the college entrance examination, but facing three pairs of eyes at the same time - what they wanted was not his grades, his solutions, his "maturity", but their honest answer: Who did you choose?
