The beginning of the No. 14 Bus has no ending.
Zuo Yan, a time management master who can write songs × Lu Bairan, a genius boy suffering from depression
"You want to inherit the family property and inherit my career."
"You have to give our Lu family a college student."
"Lu Bairan, you know, you are not a ball being kicked around. Now you are a free young man."
"Zuo Yan, just do what you want to do and forget the rest. As time goes by, you will forget it."
Did you know that when it rains, the water splashes can be used as mirrors, the sunlight can draw pictures, the leaves can sing, and so can you.
I don't know how to take care of others. You are the first and only one. Remember, gold medal player.
I don't know how many years have passed, but Uncle Wang is no longer on the No. 14 Bus. What's strange is that this person is still an old friend.
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One week into the second semester of my sophomore year of high school, an unexpected person arrived.
The man who once conquered the entire Xiyang Village by himself, Lu Bairan, is back.
He came back so low-key that no one even recognized him, but it was not surprising that the ferocious little Bendou before had turned into a high school student as tall as a tree and was unrecognizable.
He doesn't seem like he used to go crazy and hit people anymore.
He even bumped into the person he was destined to meet as soon as he arrived.
He had listened to his songs, he had snatched away his gold medal, and he had occupied the first place in his grade as soon as he came. Oh no, it wasn't occupying, it was entrenching.
Fortunately, Zuo Yan doesn't care about this. He has always been kind to everyone. This is what his teacher taught him. Later, his father also said the same, but in a different way.
"Why didn't you say anything when Lao Lu came back?"
"You came back to your hometown to contribute without even saying hello. What a day it is today. We have invited all the famous people back."
That summer, they were teenagers wearing white T-shirts and dark blue school uniform jackets.
In the same summer, one of them wore formal clothes and walked to the three-foot podium, while the other, wearing dazzling clothes, walked to the stage.
Intention: You don't have to carry it, and you don't have to carry it on. You are you, an individual, and cannot be compared.
