Just my words to commemorate a past.
This is a sentence written by Xing Xianheng at the end of the novel. No matter what the outcome is, the past is the past and will become memories.
No one knows that the prototype of the protagonist in the novel is Xing Xianheng himself.
It was Xing Xianheng's childhood nightmare that his father died in the line of duty.
He was retaliated by his enemies and his right ear was severely damaged and he was unable to hear.
He lived in the shadows and tried to live a normal life. He never thought that one day, a light would break into his world.
No one knew that Xing Xianheng had liked someone before, and she suddenly broke into his world.
He had no defense, and she painted his youth with different colors.
"Can I give you strawberry milk without deducting points?"
"I want all of these!"
"Monitor, let me help you clean up."
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The moment the pen came down, he decided to let go of everything.
He thought he was dust, chasing the sun that was out of reach.
But he never thought of lowering his head. It turned out that the flowers around him were already blooming.
He thanked everyone he met for helping him learn to grow.
Although I have regrets, I have no regrets.
Now, he just wants to take a good look at the things that he once ignored.
Silence and avoidance VS publicity and enthusiasm
Intention: growth