At three o'clock in the morning, Zhou Jiazhuo, wearing glasses, stared blankly at his unfinished graduation thesis on the computer screen and suddenly began to recall his past days.
In those days of wanton behavior, the walls climbed over, the barbecue skipped class, the water surface hit by stones, everyone on the track, and the boy who always left a trace in his youth.
What is the summer like when you are eighteen?
On the day of graduation, she stood on the steps wearing her class's custom-made clothes, smiling and looking at the camera in the distance. The dean, who had been together for three years, stood next to the camera and counted down loudly three to two one. But in her world, she seemed to only remember the boy's slightly crouched knees and the words behind his ear.
"Happy graduation, my heroine."
There was a sound coming from the kitchen, and the cooked instant noodles were brought to the table. The youthful boy sat in front of the sofa and knocked on the glass table in front of him.
"Miss, brother, the noodles are ready, let's have some."
She looked up at the instant noodles soaked in soup and closed the computer.
The open window brought the wind to the two of them from outside, but it never blew away the passion and bravery of youth.
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Motto: Young people are always brave