In the No. 1 Middle School magazine, there were only two paragraphs in the final interview with the senior high school student and the optical principal.
In the last two months of his life, Principal He Guang sponsored clubs of all sizes in the school. He held various activities and sometimes attended them, and in the joy he built good relationships with the first and second grade students. But everyone knows the reason. What he was afraid of was that after he was gone, no one in the world would be kind to her anymore.
In the last days, he often invited girls who were recognized as high-minded in the school, and many of them chatted together, talking about academic and psychological pressure, as relaxed and comfortable as holding a tea party. But at that time, he was already lying on the hospital bed, suffering from both pain and chemotherapy, unable to get up. Everyone knows the reason why he did this. He was just looking for the shadow of that simple, low-key person among a group of similar top academics.
When An Zhao read this passage, he was no longer here.
She walked around the school in a daze, smashing the sports team into pieces of sand. The teacher who presided over the opening ceremony on the podium was shouting hysterically.
In this opening ceremony formation that should have been orderly and orderly, no one in the entire school stopped her. No matter where she stumbled, someone silently made way for her.
An Zhao raised his head unconsciously and saw gentle kindness in his eyes when he saw the junior students moving out of the way.
Intention: May you love the whole world