It was the usual rambling at the end of July, and there were only few cicadas in twos and threes left in the campus.
Ning Hong came here for the last time and glanced at the empty classroom.
Yesterday's laughter seemed to become tears in his memory, nothing has changed, nothing has changed!
And that crape myrtle was still smiling heartlessly, smiling, dyeing the summer heat into its delicate beauty.
It is a bark free tree, and it is also called a full hall tree.
It is the curious look at the beg