The afternoon when He Zairong and I met,
It's not that we are overjoyed to see each other again after a long separation, it's just an ordinary glance in reality.
"I like you"
"I hope you can return these four words to me one day."
At that time, there were more than 800 almost identical backs of heads in the field, but I, a famously short-sighted person, could easily recognize Hezerong ten meters away with my eyes that were so feverish that they were out of focus.
"Hezerong,"
"You're such a piece of wood."
"Dark... And hard"
"I guarantee that no one will like you so much except me."
The clear sky and thin clouds during the graduation season carry the noisy chirping of cicadas,
The bright light shines through the green leaves and still falls mottled on everyone's smiling faces.
The hot summer wind passes through the hair and easily blows the tassels of the bachelor's hat.
I look back,
It turns out that before I knew it, I had already walked this road to the end.
He Zairong
Our story ends here
Concept: The author's emotional notes on his college life.