Ten years ago, Jiang Luo was still a student in Wanyue No. 1 Middle School. An Yue's impression of him was that he was carefree and gentle, a school boy who was never interested in anything. But An Yue was just an ordinary girl at that time. She doesn't chase stars, doesn't dress up, and looks mediocre in the crowd. But Jiang Luo still loves her so much.
That day, Jiang Luo turned his back to the sea and held a wooden stick in his hand. Regardless of whether there was anyone around him, he smiled and hit An Yue on the head: "An Yue, my life is still very long. Can you please accompany me to go on?"
Ten years later, An Yue sat at the interrogation table and looked at the drug trafficker Jiang Luo with grief: I liked the high-spirited, colorful and angry Jiang Luo back then, not the drug lord who harmed the country and the people.
"You are the people's hero, Jiang Luo." An Yue's voice was so soft that it almost broke Jiang Luo's heart. Jiang Luo shook his head and said the last words; "I am not a hero, you are."
Intention: Worthy of youth, worthy of motherland