Winter in Tanchuan is winter in the north.
The white snow was flying and the cold wind was biting. Even if she was wearing a thick down jacket, the coolness could erode every inch of her skin along the small gaps. Ruan Anqiu subconsciously shrank her neck. She had been away for too long, and she was not used to the coldness of her hometown.
There are falling snowflakes in front of me, and looking into the distance is a vast expanse of white. The four bright red characters "Tanchuan No. 1 Middle School" stand on the teaching building, still so eye-catching. Ruan Anqiu stopped and stood by the bridge looking at it from a distance. Today was the sixth day of the Lunar New Year and the New Year was not over yet. Apart from her, there were only a few pedestrians coming and going near the school. They hurried past, leaving her with only loneliness and silence.
The images deep in her memory gradually became clearer, but still had the color of time. She thought of her three years here, starting with her final farewell, and tracing back to the moment when she first stepped into the school gate.
There was bright sunshine that day, cool wind, noisy and crowded crowds, and a row of lists posted on the notice board.
She struggled to squeeze in and found her three words among the rows of names.
"31 Ruan Anqiu 579"
She remembered how she got here.
Then the story begins.
Purpose: Study hard and strive to become a promising young man