The Chapel of School A sits on a hill on the northeast side of the campus, and this striking Gothic building can be easily seen from any corner of the campus, with a brick and stone path leading to it. At this moment, it is not yet half past seven, and on the path sprinkled with morning light, groups of eighth and ninth grade freshmen are walking.

Only on the days of going to the chapel are to wear the school uniform according to the school's dress code.

The boys of School A wore dark blue suits with pants of the same color, and the girls wore dark blue tops with knee-length pleated skirts of the same color. There is an eye-catching embroidered school emblem on the pockets of the uniforms, and the difference between each school uniform is that the flag below the school emblem is embroidered with different graduation years.

In the more than 200-year history of School A, on the Sunday morning before the start of the new school year, the new students have to complete a unique and mysterious ritual in the chapel, which is called "placeholding".

Today, he approached this chapel for the first time, standing on the high slope where the chapel is located, looking around, surrounded by vast forests, not far away is a wide lake, and around the lake are patchwork of ancient buildings.

The exterior walls of the chapel are made of blue-gray stone, which is as simple and solid as a city wall, and when you look up, you can see a blue sky raised by the steep flying buttresses and slender pillars, and the ethereal spires and colorful glass windows give the chapel a distant and sacred color.

This old chapel is known as the spiritual home of School A, and in the tradition of School A, four mornings a week begin here, where the whole school gathers for a 20-minute morning class, after which students and teachers go to their respective classes with full of energy.

Before 8 o'clock, many new students had gathered in the long corridor where the arched doors of the chapel were connected, and many students were coming from the winding path one after another, and soon more than 100 new students gathered.

At this time, the two seniors solemnly pulled the heavy carved wooden door, two exquisite and heavy wrought iron door knockers, the huge door "creaked" opened, and the dark indoor corridor inside the door came from the low and beautiful sound of the organ. A deep voice solemnly read out the names of each student, and the named student followed a 12th grade senior into the door of the chapel and disappeared into the dark corridor.

After a while, Chenchen heard his name, and the senior standing at the door handed him a lit white candle with a solemn expression, the candle was only two or three inches high, just enough to hold it firmly in the palm of his hand.

When he stepped out of the sunny exterior in the early morning, the moment he walked into the vaulted corridor of the black hole, his eyes suddenly could not adapt to this dark environment, with the help of the candle in his hand, Chenchen saw that this was a narrow and empty corridor, on the high vaulted roof, a half-bright old-fashioned chandelier hung far away, and the darkness in the corridor almost swallowed up those little light.

In the flickering candlelight, Chenchen could barely distinguish the figure walking in front of him, however, he couldn't see the road under his feet, and could only clearly hear the tuk tuk sound of leather shoes tapping on the stone floor. The corridor is long, and at the end of the darkness is a bright altar with a faint glimpse of the statue of Jesus Christ on the altar and the surrounding light lit by rows of candlesticks. He slowed his steps, followed closely the person who had guided him in front of him, and walked firmly towards the bright altar, surrounded by the melodious sound of organ music, which gave him the illusion of traveling through time and space.

The path under their feet is like leading them from darkness and ambiguity to the path of light and wisdom, and once they embark on this road, they will never forget it.

I don't know how long I walked, Chenchen walked into a more elaborate carved wooden door, the sound of the organ gradually became louder, and the eyes gradually brightened and opened. It is a spacious hall with a wide carpeted walkway in the middle, and five rows of walnut chairs placed opposite each other on either side of the walkway are the seats for the students. The first floor has the lowest seating position, and each row in the back rises one level at a time.

Jiang Ruichen was led by the senior seniors to a seat in the second row on the right side of the altar, and he felt an indescribable excitement in his heart: it took two years to apply for high schools in the United States, and many of them were inhumane hardships and hardships, before he was finally admitted to the legendary famous school, and it was not easy for him to have such a seat in the chapel today. It's an important sign – he's been part of the community ever since, and this one-of-a-kind seat is his own.

Chenchen struggled to find Luo Yuyou's figure in a group of uniformed classmates, and found her sitting in a seat far away from him, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Wen Jin, who was wearing black-rimmed glasses, smiling at him stiffly.