Their hometown
H City is undoubtedly a great place.
Zhou Chenjin and Chen Xiaojing have felt this way since they were children, and they still feel it now.
They didn't go looking for their old teacher. The two of them wandered around Z High School, and when they got tired, they found a bench by the roadside to sit down.
"The air in my hometown smells the best." Zhou Chenjin took a deep breath. "I never thought that after so many years, this place would still be the same as when I left."
“Because we’re moving forward, but Z High School is just waiting for us in the same place.” Wang Yu’s voice came from behind them. “Aren’t you two going to see the teachers?”
Chen Xiaojing waved her hand: "No, my hand hasn't fully recovered yet, I wouldn't want to worry the teachers unnecessarily."
“Oh, a walk is fine too. I’ll go to the newly built bakery at school to buy some snacks first.” She waved goodbye to them. “May we collaborate sometime, great writer.”
Chen Xiaojing smiled and nodded.
"It's funny, none of us ever imagined we'd go through so much after graduation." Chen Xiaojing leaned back on the bench, legs crossed. "I should have known better than to keep wishing for graduation."
Zhou Chenjin turned around. Behind her was the girls' dormitory, the place where they had lived for three years. "University and society are both places where the fittest survive, and the devils are trying to kill you. But this place we've been away from for so long still shows us the greatest kindness by leaving us a place."
Things I didn't understand as a child, I understand now that I'm older.
Time is truly an interesting thing.
When is your return flight?
"We'll arrive in City B at 3 PM tomorrow, just in time for dinner."
Chen Xiaojing glanced at her watch. There were still 27 hours before the plane took off, enough time for them to explore H City a little longer.
"Wow, a great writer!"
The familiar tone of voice startled them greatly. Zhou Chenjin, holding her phone, almost threw it away in her panic.
Brother Feng, as imposing as ever.
Although he hasn't been a grade leader for many years, now he only appears briefly during chemistry class and then hides in a corner of the school. Students from later years have never heard of his reputation.
Chen Xiaojing subconsciously put her hands behind her back: "Hey Feng-ge, long time no see, hahaha."
Zhou Chenjin felt a little embarrassed by his behavior just now, and hid behind her, saying, "Hello, Brother Feng."
"You've all graduated so many years ago, is the shadow I left in your hearts really that big?" Feng complained, but with a smile. "How have you been these past few years?"
"Um."
That's obviously a lie. Feng Ge isn't someone who doesn't use the internet; on the contrary, he has a very fast internet connection. There's no way he wouldn't know what happened to Shang Shui Luo Ying.
"That's good." Feng didn't expose him. "If you're tired, come back to H City. This will always be your home."
The married couple were still just children in front of their former teacher.
"Let's go eat. Your A-Qiu said he'll treat you." He glanced down at his watch. "The school's teachers' window has a new hot pot restaurant. Want to try it?"
The two exchanged a glance: "Of course we want to."
I didn't get to eat any of the good food I wanted to eat when I finally came back.
A small hot pot costs 25 yuan and contains vegetables, sliced meat, and quite a few meatballs; it looks delicious.
Chen Xiaojing and Zhou Chenjin each bought a serving and sat in a corner of the first-floor cafeteria, with a cup of Hong Kong-style lemon tea that they had just bought at the convenience store next to them.
"It's still better at school. Buying this cup outside would cost me 20 yuan." Chen Xiaojing really likes the taste. "It's still the same as it used to be. Five yuan and fifty cents a cup."
"How come I didn't notice there was such a cup back then?"
"Of course, you weren't allergic to milk back then, and you were in great health."
Zhou Chenjin used to drink a cup of milk tea every day in high school, but who knew that she would be diagnosed with a milk allergy after graduation.
As the school bell rang, hundreds of young and energetic students rushed toward the cafeteria, all wearing their year's school uniforms.
Zhou Chenjin and Chen Xiaojing watched them run, their eyes smiling: "Hehe, we now have priority to eat."
"You've got to be kidding me."
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