Every year when I go home, I go to the school to take a look, especially at midnight in midsummer. I turn into that corner and stare at an abandoned fire bucket for a long time. The two crooked letters on the bracket on the left bear witness to everything I went through in high school.
In a quiet night, I can clearly hear the sounds of nature, the sound of wind, the chirping of insects, and the bright moonlight shining on the ground, pure and harmonious. I will sit in that corner at such a night and slowly feel the time.
"Shen west, you... Why are you ignoring me?"
"..."
"Speak"
"Because... I like you too"
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