The school's crabapple trees are in bloom again, and the principal is so enthusiastic about apples that in the huge campus, both sides of the road are covered with crabapple trees. After returning from summer vacation, the trees were covered with little red lantern-like fruits, as if to welcome everyone back.
After a few weeks, the reddish white petals fall and swirl in the breeze. Xunxiang stood under the tree with his head lowered. The petals fell on his head without brushing them off. He just murmured: "It's been four years and the flowers have withered again. But you haven't come back yet." The early summer wind was a little hot, and it seemed to urge Xunxiang to leave. Xunxi reached out and plucked a flower, put it in the book in her hand, and left quickly.
On the other side of the ocean, Zhong Lizai stuffed several heavy medical books into a box and dragged the box out of the apartment where he had lived for four years. After the test results came out yesterday, he checked out of the house and prepared to board a plane to return home. This is the first time I have returned to China in four years. "Xunxi, wait for me."