Ye Congjin presupposes that his youth will also be filled with boring test papers and scores repeatedly, just like lemon slices soaked in a glass overnight, no longer sour or sweet, but astringent.
"Do you still remember?" Ye Congjin looked at him, a little embarrassed.
"The exam is about to start, do you still want to hold it, you smart guy?" Xu Shiyi took the initiative to hook Ye Congjin's hand, not like shaking hands, but more like holding hands. His eyes rested on Ye Congjin, his smile was warm and full of sunshine.
There is no longer a cold feeling, Xu Shiyi is completely sunny. Ye Congjin held hands with him, and his breathing became constricted.
"Go back to the exam quickly, you're going to be late." Ye Congjin pushed Xu Shiyi's back forward, hiding his involuntary nervousness.
"You must go smoothly." This is what Ye Congjin never said.
Intention: People always have to feel something extremely painfully in order to grow.