In the entire youth, the only thing I want to keep is the short three years, not the high school years, but the youthful junior high school years.
——Gu Xiao
Standing on the streets of City A, this place is famous for two teenagers. But it was only a momentary attention, and the people here only talked a little bit about this major event that was published in the newspapers, and continued to live their ordinary but fulfilling lives.
Looking at the Smurfs filing out one after another during the rush hour.
Looking at the touch of blue that he no longer wore, he could only smile bitterly.
In 2014, because of one incident, D Middle School suddenly became crowded.
Also in June 2014, I took off the blue uniform I had worn for three years and graduated from A High School.
But now, wearing a navy blue school uniform, there is still the familiar word "fight", but it is no longer the familiar crowd and the familiar road.
It turns out that without realizing it, history has abandoned our group of people, a group of people with average achievements but unity and friendship.
Class of 2014, Grade 3 (18).
But I'll never forget it.
That group of people gave me so many memories.
Now I am a student of X High School in City A, but I am also a student of A Middle School in City A.
Since history has forgotten us, let me write our history with my pen.
Hello, old times...
Hello, Gu Xiao...
Hello, A in...
Hello, Big Eighteen...