Jiang Yimei bought a seat next to Lin Congzhi.
She sat quietly beside Lin Congzhi, wanting to understand his thoughts.
But Lin Congzhi kept looking out the window, and she could only see his handsome profile.
A few hours later, the train arrived at the station.
Lin Congzhi, taking the bus, finally arrived at the middle school he remembered.
After getting off the bus, looking at the familiar school gate, he finally let out a silent sigh of relief; then he resumed his cold demeanor.
You need a student ID to enter the high school, but he is a celebrity at the school, and the school gatekeeper recognizes him.
"Hey, Lin, you're back to visit your alma mater?"
"Uncle Liu, I'm going back to school."
After smiling and speaking, Lin Congzhi stepped straight inside.
"Attend class?"
The security guard was dumbfounded. Hadn't he graduated several years ago?
Jiang Yimei stepped forward and explained to him.
After understanding the situation, the security guard nodded thoughtfully.
Perhaps Lin Congzhi missed his alma mater and wanted to come back to visit and relive his youth.
Well, it's the end of the month and Sunday anyway, so not many students are on holiday and haven't come to school yet. Let Lin Congzhi revisit his alma mater.
Jiang Yimei followed Lin Congzhi to see what he wanted to do back at school.
Following the familiar road and stairs, I arrived at the familiar classroom and sat in my familiar seat.
Lin Congzhi put down his schoolbag, then pulled out a book from the "mountain of books," picked up his pen, and began his studies.
It was Sunday afternoon, and some diligent students who had returned from their holidays had already arrived at the classroom; however, after the door was opened, it was unclear where the students in this class had gone, leaving the classroom empty.
Sitting in the familiar classroom, in the familiar seat, Jiang Yimei quietly stayed behind Lin Congzhi.
The current situation is very similar to that of seven years ago; only, without the school uniform and the naivety, she doesn't think she has traveled back in time.
Lin Congzhi is studying diligently. His back view, combined with his school uniform, really brings back memories of those days.
Curious, she picked up a pen and poked Lin Congzhi's back to see how he would react.
Disturbed from his studies, Lin Congzhi flew into a rage, turned around and shouted, "Jiang Yimei, what exactly do you want?"
The tone, the language, the expression—it was just like back then.
Jiang Yimei smiled, covering her mouth to stifle a laugh, tears welling up in her eyes.
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(The heavy rains we missed in those years, the love we missed in those years, I want to tell you, tell you I haven't forgotten...)
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