Qingge Yao

I placed the flowers and the freshman textbooks he had used to teach us in front of the monument, looked at the familiar faces in the photos, and spoke quietly. I said, "Senior, I know you have been suspicious of me for a long time, but at that time, did you trust me?" The people are gone and the clear songs are gone. [Black History, an article I wrote on a whim at that time. Now it seems to be full of guilt. It is just the first detective suspense article in my life (although there is nothing suspenseful). I encourage myself. Intention: