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Thinking of the smiling face that sprinkled on his heart like sunshine, the girl who was as fresh and strong as weeds, the impulsive hug and green kiss in the detention center, and the tears of her that night were like rain, wetting his eyes and heart......

He had never liked a girl like this.

He never dared to imagine that he would hijack a prisoner's car for a girl, and even wanted to take that girl out of his homeland and fly away......

Who knows, his sincerity was exchanged for ridicule and disdain......

He was sad, disappointed and angry, but he still couldn't give up, and he still stupidly followed her all the way, protected her, sent her out of the mountain forest, and sent her out of his own life......

And at this moment, thinking that she was dead, thinking that from now on, there would be no more her in this world, his heart ached as if there were countless knives kept sticking in.

One knife at a time, cutting hearts and lungs.

At the corner of his closed eye, a drop of crystal water slowly slid down, and soon disappeared into the ends of his hair.

But then more droplets rolled down.

He suddenly rolled over and lay on the ground, burying his face in his arms, his sweaty back shaking violently.

Gradually, in the silent practice room, there were faint bursts of low and sad cries like little beasts.

Under the eaves of the corridor outside the window, Fengjiu and Long Yutian stood side by side, looking at the rain outside the corridor, with unbearable and helpless eyes in their eyes, silently listening to the intermittent and forbearant crying in the practice room.

The smoke and rain are misty, and the mountains in the distance seem to be shrouded in a thin veil.

The young man's low cry of sorrow dispersed into the air with the thin rain.

It's like that long and silent time, which will eventually be scattered into our memories with the passage of time.

Those things that were once beautiful, simple, sad, happy, gained, and lost are all experiences given to us by the years, allowing us to grow up in laughter and crying again and again.

Sometimes, from a carefree teenager to an iron-blooded man who can carry the world, he must go through a cocoon-like pain before he can be truly reborn and stand proudly in the world......

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Five years later

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Under the clear blue sky, a small Hope Primary School sits on the halfway point of a mountain.

It was almost noon, and an old man with a gray beard stood under a big tree by the wall at the entrance of the school, holding a small hammer in his hand, and striking a yellow gong hanging from the branch of the tree one by one.

After listening to the sound of gongs, a group of children, large and small, wearing blue and white school uniforms, with simple and happy smiles on their faces, rushed to a house next to the classroom in the row of half-new bungalows opposite.

This is the school's small cafeteria, and the children do not go home at noon, but eat in this small cafeteria.

After a while, the courtyard fell silent.

The sunlight shone silently on the concrete floor of the courtyard, and the classroom cast a slanting shadow on the ground.

At that moment, a slender figure walked out of one of the classrooms in the row of bungalows.

She wore a high ponytail, her jet-black hair shining golden in the sun, and the long ends of her hair swayed gently on her straight back with her steps.

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