Many people wearing orange hard hats, who looked like leaders, were inspecting the work.
This is my and Luo Luo's old school. It's going to be demolished soon to build a large shopping mall. I heard it's a project by Mingde Group.
Luo Luo specially invited me to see my alma mater for the "last time" today. She said she was waiting for me in the student union office.
"After all these years, how could I possibly remember which building the student union office was in, or even which room number it was in..."
After I got off the bus, I called Luo Luo as I walked into the teaching building, my eyes constantly scanning the door signs.
At the corner, I almost bumped into a wall of people.
"Isn't that right—"
When I saw the person in front of me clearly, I stopped speaking.
It turned out to be Fu Yanshen.
He was wearing an orange hard hat, a suit and tie, and a long black coat. He had a blank expression and was surrounded by several middle-aged men, all of whom were also wearing hard hats.
This is Mingde's construction site; he must be here to inspect it.
I didn't even glance at him, walked around him, and quickly climbed the stairs.
"Qiao Qiao".
A warm and magnetic voice came from above. I looked up and saw Song Sinan.
I saw him standing at the corner of the third-floor staircase, a gentle smile on his lips, as if he were waiting for me.
I didn't understand why he wanted to see me, so I quickly went to him.
"Snango..." I called out to him somewhat awkwardly.
"Do you remember this place?" he asked with a smile, pointing to a sign above a classroom.
“Student Council Office…” I murmured, looking at the red lettering on the white sign. “I remember.”
"When I was in the second year of junior high, I skipped class by climbing over the wall. After you caught me, you made me write a self-criticism here all night. 5,000 words, it was really tough." As I spoke, distant memories surfaced in my mind.
At the same time, a familiar tobacco scent wafted from downstairs, faint and barely noticeable.
“I made you write so many words on purpose… so you could spend more time with me.” Song Sinan suddenly gripped my shoulders with both hands, lowered his head, and looked at me intently.
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