In front of Shuangyi High School.

Tie Zhu, carrying a DSLR camera, floated in front of Yan Chiyu and skillfully pressed the video recording button.

Two days before the college entrance examination, the school buildings were locked down.

The boy stood alone in front of the school sign, sunlight caressing his hair and his slightly furrowed brows. His sharply defined face was outlined in perfect lines by the light, his thick, long eyelashes drooping gently, and then he looked up.

In the video, Yan Chiyu is wearing the school uniform of Shuangyi, looking like a vibrant eighteen-year-old boy with a touch of laziness and nonchalance in his light eyebrows and eyes.

"The college entrance exam is the day after tomorrow, will you come back?"

"Wu Yue, whether you come back or not, I will keep going. I'll be waiting for you at Jinghua University."

Yan Chiyu had imagined 108 ways to meet Wu Yue, and the most recent one, which he had the strongest feeling about, was that the girl would appear in front of him on the day of the college entrance examination, smiling broadly.

"Hi."

"Yan Xiaoyu, I didn't miss it, did I?"

"Keep it up!"

Unfortunately, he didn't see the figure he longed for until he entered the examination hall with the crowd.

June, the height of summer, swells with the chirping of cicadas. The sky is like a cleansed gem, shimmering with a deep blue luster.

We all loved the blue sky, white clouds, and gentle breeze that day.

Bearing all the effort and hope, the students parted ways at the main gate and headed to different examination rooms.

This is one of the most important things in life; it is a well-prepared effort, yet also a hurried and tense anticipation.

On the 8th, the day he finished his English exam, Yan Chiyu returned to Shuangyi High School from the exam hall.

That day, he waited at the school gate until 10 p.m.

Nothing came of it.

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On the 9th, there was a "last class meeting".

The students staying in the dormitory got up early in the morning and packed their luggage. At that time, the sky outside the window was still dark and gloomy, and the light was not very bright.

Originally, Yan Chiyu was reluctant to attend this class meeting, since it was just a bunch of useless stuff and a summary of the past three years.

But after thinking it over again, he still went.

I squatted at the doorway, together with the gatekeeper.

Inside the senior high school building.

The students ran to the top floor, and those who didn't want to go threw exam papers, newspapers, and homework problems down from the upper floors' corridors. They grinned from ear to ear, then shouted twice, "I've graduated—!"

"Screw you, Chinese, Math, English, Politics, History, Geography, Physics, Chemistry, Biology! Goodbye, goodbye!!!"

"My youth is over!"

Then, to everyone's surprise, the head of the teaching department said, "What if they want to repeat a year? Keep them all!"

Staring at the director in the central corridor on the first floor, everyone burst into laughter upon hearing his roar.

"Retaking the exam is absolutely out of the question!!"

"We've made it through the tough times, hehe."

Classroom of Class 18, Grade 12.

After Tao Xinhua adjourned the meeting, some students couldn't help but turn away and secretly wipe their tears.

This phrase, "See you later," may mean "never see you again."

As they left the classroom, each student carried a bouquet of three flowers: rosemary, peach blossoms, and sunflowers.

After Song Wenzhi and the others left the classroom, they went to the gatehouse to look for Yan Chiyu, but the place was empty; the boy had already left sometime earlier.

Song Wenzhi was holding two bouquets of flowers.

It was prepared by Lao Tao for Yan Chiyu and Wu Yue.

The four of them stood under the "Shuangyi Senior High School" sign, facing the light, for quite a while.

There was noise all around me.

"Waaah, we must keep in touch after graduation!"

Which school do you want to go to? Let's go together? I don't want to be separated from you.

"How about we break up?"

Goodbye, my dear classmates.

Goodbye, Souichi.

The clear, azure sky spreads like watercolor ink splashes from a painter's brush, with bluebirds leisurely flying by, leaving white trails in their wake. The shadows of the trees sway gently, and the wind carries an encouraging, delicate fragrance of flowers.

You and I

Compared to the past,

With senior year of high school,

Say goodbye softly.

goodbye.