Yang Tian stands at the gate of Tonghai No.2 Middle School with a cigarette in his mouth and eyebrows. In a few minutes, the students will be out of school, but he is a little uneasy. There was a time when I didn't see Chen Simin, but Yang Tianxin felt a little more sadness of parting.

continue to smoke. The ground has been covered with cigarette butts. He wiped his hand in the pocket of his jeans. His long hair covered half of his face. With a cigarette end in one hand, he took a puff.

the autumn wind blew his long hair a little bit. He looked so decadent...