Every year when high school graduates, the school takes a solo photo for each student. The activity is voluntary, but most people choose to leave a precious photo in the final stage of high school. They can write their own graduation speeches on the back. , and then the photo will be handed over to the head teacher of that year for safekeeping.
Teacher Hu caught a glimpse of the corner of the photo with his peripheral vision, and his heart ached slightly.
The young man in the photo is young and handsome, and his bulky school uniform makes him look particularly thin. In sharp contrast to the other cheerful graduates, there is no smile on his face, and his pupils are clear as he looks into the camera. But it is not like a quiet pool, but more like the black stones under the quiet pool, with a few clear spring water on them, but in fact there is no cold temperature at all.
Tokikawa looked at the profile of the photo with a focused expression, and gently brushed away a layer of dust floating above with his right thumb.
Teacher Hu suddenly sighed in her heart, not because she didn't wipe it in time, but because the past behind this photo was so heavy that she didn't even have the courage to open the iron box.
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