School is our time capsule, carrying our youth and recording our stories...
"Hey Brother Zhou, what are you doing back this time?" A young boy wearing a black hooded sweater and an old school uniform jacket said to the person in front of him with a tone of excitement about hearing gossip, "It won't happen again..."
"Shut up, Ke Jing," a girl with braids wearing the uniform of Yuyang No. 1 Middle School looked like a current student. In fact, it has been five years since she graduated.
She quickly pulled Ke Jing aside, "Are you free? You come back like this every year. Why are you always pretending to be stupid here? Just stop irritating him."
"Sister Liu, this is not my problem. Look at him. He comes back every year to look at Podi. What kind of treasures does he have hidden in him? Let me tell you, Xiaoxiao didn't blame him at all for what happened back then. What on earth is he blaming himself for."
The two of them were arguing like this, and Brother Zhou just listened coldly. He listened to the noise of the two and sneered.
Ke Jing and Liu Wenxi looked at the boy standing there looking into the class - Zhou Chen.
How can I describe his appearance? Although it can't be said to be very handsome, at that ignorant age, he must have been like a white moonlight. The person he is now is different from the person he used to be. He is a little more tired and decadent.
"Let's go," he suddenly turned around and said to the two people arguing behind him, "go to the bar."
This situation happens every time they go back to school, and Zhou Chen calmly tries to stop the fight every time, as if there is a knot in his heart that has not yet been untied.
The dim lights in the bar shine on everyone's face, and there are a pile of empty wine bottles on the floor. The private room is very quiet, with almost no sound, and only one song is playing:
"If this is love, it wouldn't be fair..."
Zhou Chen sat nearby and listened to the song silently, holding an unfinished bottle of beer in his hand. On one side, Ke Jing had a bottle of low-alcohol wine that he had just drank two or three sips from, and he was already sleeping soundly. Liu Wenxi paid no attention to the two people beside her and kept looking at her phone.
Until Zhou Chen drank the last bottle of wine, he fell asleep. In his dream, he went back to that summer eight years ago...
Purpose: Cherish time
