Yang Zhao lay on the bed and couldn't help but think about Xue Miao.
He envied Xue Miao, he was powerful, he was free, he had a bunch of brothers, and he could live outside by himself.
Although they only knew each other for a few days, Xue Miao was like a symbol, representing the kind of life that Yang Zhao longed for but could never live.
——Yang Zhao suddenly wanted to see him again.
Many people often say something like this when recalling the past -
If someone had helped me, what would I be like now...
When Yang Zhao was in college, he worked part-time as an English tutor for a junior high school student. Once, the junior high school student wrote an essay describing his father. After he finished writing, he showed it to Yang Zhao and asked him to check if there were any grammatical errors.
In the last paragraph of the composition, Yang Zhao read this sentence——
He doesn't know, but he is my hero.
I don't know why, when Yang Zhao read this sentence, he shed tears in an instant.