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Even years after graduation, Chen Tinghan still couldn't figure out why Haiyi Middle School was raised several meters. The entrance required a long, steep ramp. He was breathless after the climb. At the top of the ramp was a statue of a great man, making schooling feel like a pilgrimage.

However, after school, this pain will disappear and turn into an inexplicable lightness. The radio station plays pop music with a lively rhythm. Walking down from the top to the bottom of the slope, you can see athletic boys and sweet couples in the playground beside the slope, full of warmth in the golden afterglow.

This pleasant smell mixed with the unique damp water vapor of Haicheng, forming an incense-like scent, is the so-called youth, which becomes their memory and nourishes their souls.

The memories of youth were once commonplace, but later became a luxury that could not be reproduced. Perhaps only Chen Tinghan had the opportunity to savor them again. To have lost and regained them was both joyful and tearful.

Chen Tinghan rubbed his red eyes and sniffed, unwilling to admit that he was saddened by the scene.

Continuing to walk down, I arrived at the school gate with many day students. The school gate was strictly guarded and the access control machine had a problem, so the security guard's eyes were as big as copper bells, monitoring everyone, and cutting off the idea of ​​the boarding students trying to sneak out.

Chen Tinghan scratched his hair, walked up to the old man as if nothing had happened, took out his commuter card and shook it.

"Hey, hey, hey, stop right there." The old man immediately noticed what was going on and called out to Chen Tinghan, "This is your day card from last semester. Don't force me to catch you. Go back."

Of course Chen Tinghan would not leave. He looked at the old man with a smile and said, "Let's talk for a moment."

The old man did not refuse and walked to the guard post on the side. Chen Tinghan said, "Brother Bian, I am here to do good deeds."

The uncle's surname was Bian, a rare surname. He smiled and said, "How is it good?"

Chen Tinghan took out a pack of cigarettes, placed them on the table, and said, "Just now, I was walking by the roadside when I looked down and saw some cigarettes that someone had dropped. I'm a person who loves to return lost items, and I also happen to respect the elderly."

"Where did you come from, kid? You have so many tricks up your sleeve." Uncle Bian sneered and said, "I picked up Huazi. What does it have to do with you?"

Older people are more experienced. Uncle Bian had calculated that even if he stole the cigarettes and was not allowed to pass, he wouldn't dare to say anything. It's like a thief who got beaten up after breaking into a house. Would he dare to call the police?

Even though his weak spot was being pinched, Chen Tinghan did not make a fuss. He still had a smile on his face and said, "Yes, you picked it up. Do you want to pick it up more in the future?"