The camphor trees in September paved the campus's tree-lined avenues into green corridors. When Jiang Cheng passed by the door of the classroom of Class 1, Grade 2, he happened to bump into Song Yu's sight as he raised his eyes. The moment his eyes touched, he was a little lost.
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Jiang Cheng: "Song Yu, can I chase you?"
Song Yu: "Reason."
Jiang Cheng looked serious and blurted out: "No reason."
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Jiang Cheng: "Song, can you please change your sexual orientation? It's been a few years, and it's a bit difficult to follow you like this."
Song Yu: "Is it difficult to chase? But why do I always feel that I have fallen into your hands a long time ago..."
The leaves in the school fell and fell, like a recurring mime, paving the traces of years. Whispers mixed with the chirping of cicadas were swept into the cracks of the leaves by the wind, hidden as thoughts that only each other knew.
The ignorant confessions are in each other's hearts, and the person you love most is by your side.
When the winter snow falls, the dead leaves are buried underneath by the snow and quietly rot into nutrients, waiting for the coming spring to sprout new buds along the branches to have an old date with the campus.
Purpose: Study hard and bravely venture into the future