At the graduation dinner, many classmates were a little drunk; Xu Zhimian was very sober at the moment. Xu Zhimian raised his head and was afraid to look into Chen Linhe's eyes. The corners of his eyes were slightly moist: "Chen Linhe, I wish you peace and no disaster." The wind in the night of June and July was a bit hot, and the neon lights were shining outside the restaurant; Chen Linhe drank some wine, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Xu Zhimian, happy graduation, the future is bright."
Intention: Young people who are rushing for a future always have to give up something.