"Youth is continuous intoxication and intellectual fanaticism. We are endless fireworks that will eventually be known as brilliant."
——Unknown origin
In September, there are heat waves. In the corner of the classroom of Class 1, Grade 2, Xu Nian was lying on the table taking a nap.
"Xu Nian, did you hear that? There is a new classmate in our class. She is a girl. It is said that she came back from the United States!" Lin Wan rushed into the classroom in a hurry and woke up Xu Nian who was half sleepy.
"America..." When Xu Nian heard the word, he straightened up, was slightly stunned for a moment, laughed at himself, lay down again, and said vaguely: "Oh, I know, come on. I don't know where the pen will come from the United States to Fuzhou."
"Students, today our class welcomes a new classmate. Let us welcome her with applause!"
When the teacher said this, Xu Nian was lying on the table catching up on his sleep. Suddenly woken up by warm applause, she rubbed her eyes impatiently and looked up, and met a familiar face.
"... Please introduce yourself to the new classmates!"
When the teacher spoke, Xu Nian was in a state of confusion until the new classmate spoke.
"Hello everyone, my name is Jiang Yao..."
Xu Nian didn't catch the rest of the introduction. She only heard the last sentence:
"Xu Nian, I'm back."
He is cold in front of others, but in reality he is sultry and coquettish.
Two girls he This article is adapted from personal experience. No meal replacement is allowed!
Intention: How can we call youth if it is not passionate?