Covering the sun with both hands, I raised my head and looked through the leaves between my fingers at the scorching sun hanging high in the sky. I couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seemed that I didn't choose the right weather to feel sad. To feel sad... I was in my high school alma mater, walking on the quiet Yaoxin Road, walking forward slowly, looking at the tall green pines. The corner of the building exposed in the middle made my chest tighten. It was the place where I had studied and lived for three years. There was the sour mood buried in my youthful figure, the mark of my cheerful laughter, and even a part of myself that I had deeply suppressed and left behind. The pure love and hate in those youthful years seemed to be happening before my eyes again. The bursts of pain coming from my left chest reminded me that the two years of psychological construction and deliberate avoidance were in vain. I couldn't bear it even before I really got close, right? The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, Zhang Ran, you still can't do it or you haven't done it enough, right? He gently pressed his right hand on his chest, looked at the scene in front of him again, turned around resolutely, and left. I want to throw away the scenery and memories behind me, throw them away...