When we talk about old things again, we are no longer familiar with each other.
A drizzle envelopes a corner of the teahouse in the south of the Yangtze River. The mist spreads through the bamboo forest next to the teahouse and wraps around the carved railings of the teahouse. The people beside the carved railing looked out the window casually and lazily, not sure whether they were looking at the rain or the bamboo.
The people at the tea table were talking about a lot of things, and the topic turned around and turned to high school. It is not unusual for the topic to change from the current situation to the past. But the person who was originally casually drinking tea by the carved railing paused for a moment.
When high school was mentioned, the atmosphere at the table became lively again. Everyone recalled their high school. Some expressed their pride while others sighed softly with sadness on their faces.
Shen Zhaoqing held a slightly hot tea cup in one hand and supported his head in the other. He did not participate in the chat and memories, and his eyes fell out of the window.
Shen Zhaoqing squinted his eyes slightly, and suddenly wanted to know - was it raining in Ningcheng?
Purpose: Difficulties are inevitable in life, break through them in chaos