Xu Wei transferred school and left City S in his freshman year of high school and went to a remote small town to stay at his grandmother's house. There was only one school in that small piece of land. The desks and chairs were old, most of the back blackboard was scratched, the ceiling fan was shaky when it was turned, and half of the windows were broken for who knows how old. As well as the small dilapidated restaurant in front of the school, the hawkers pulling carts, and the rumored mountain behind the school...
At the end of the memory is a young man, he said: "Xu Wei, do you want to come to see Xinghu?"
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This article is realistic, a series of very ordinary short stories, which may seem a bit boring, so don't believe it.
Purpose: Healing