His presence existed in every corner of her youth, even though she could no longer remember his appearance. "What about you, which university do you want to attend?" "Qingda University" "It's great, we are very close." The sudden sound of thunder startled her, "I didn't hear what you just said." She turned to look at him seriously, "I said... Qingda is very good." He paused and tightened his grip on the umbrella handle, "It's quite good." She replied dryly, withdrew her gaze, looked down at the ground, and stepped across a small rippled puddle. The two figures were far away in the rain.
Intention: Young people's thoughts are always beautiful