"He Zhi, you secretly smoke again!" Wei An put down his coat, wrinkled his nose and looked at He Zhi.
"Ah... Actually it was Changchuan who smoked it, really." Hezhi quietly stuffed the cigarette case into Changchuan's drawer. He stood up and faced Wei An: "Look, I really didn't bring it with me."
"He Zhi, Director Zhang asked you to go to the broadcast room. It's your time to give a speech again." "I have to go over there and explain to you when I get home, okay?" He Zhi touched Wei An's head and whispered.
Watching He Zhi walk out of the classroom, Wei An pursed his lips and smiled. Yes, he was He Zhi, the same He Zhi who smoked at the entrance to the corridor after class and stood on the podium during class.
The idea: to refill the youthful canvas with colors and leave a mark in her youth.