(One night many years later, I was sitting on the side of the road, watching the headlights dazzling in front of my eyes.)
The moment he stepped out of the school gate, I stopped him.
"Do you really want to leave?"
"Oh? There are actually children in the conservatory?" He turned around with a slightly surprised and indifferent expression. "No one knows that I'm leaving," he smiled at me, "just think it's you who sees me off."