Hong Kong City is a small city with a slow pace of life. After work, people ride bicycles in small groups on the streets. Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo walk slowly in the afterglow of the sunset, with charming light and shadow at dusk, dragging their figures for a long, long time.

　　Chen Hansheng watched the landscape with great interest all the way, and after more than a decade, some buildings no longer existed, so witnessing them again was a very unrealistic feeling.

　　With great interest, Chen Hansheng suddenly heard a clear bell sound behind him. He looked back and could not help roast: "How could he be entangled with them on the first day of rebirth?"

　　It turned out that Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo were both walking at a slow speed, and soon they were caught up by Xiao Rongyu and the group of cyclists.

　　Wang Zibo politely waved his hand as a gesture of goodwill. Chen Hansheng, feeling troubled, turned his head and pretended not to see it, but Xiao Rongyu stopped him.

　　"Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo, my classmates' record shows that only the two of you have left no messages."

　　Xiao Rongyu stopped the car and took out a delicate hardcover notebook from his bag, saying, "Whatever you write, just treat it as a commemoration."

　　At this moment, Xiao Rongyu stood on one leg on the ground, unintentionally revealing half of his beautiful and round calves, which were white and tender. The shaking made other boys feel embarrassed to look more and turned their heads together.

　　At first, Chen Hansheng didn't have much interest, but upon seeing such a scene, the middle-aged uncle's soul guided him from his ivory like legs to his slender waist and smooth pearl shoulders, and finally stopped on that beautiful pink face.

　　Xiao Rongyu laughed, and the pear whirlpools on both sides were faintly visible, which was really pretty.

　　"Chen Hansheng, it's easy to write a classmate record, where are your eyes looking?"

　　Gao Jialiang had originally shifted his gaze, but he couldn't bear the beautiful scenery in front of him. He prepared to quietly scan with his spare light, but as soon as he turned his head, he saw Chen Hansheng staring at Xiao Rongyu from top to bottom in a grand manner.

　　Gao Jialiang angrily cursed loudly, even Wang Zibo was wondering. Chen Hansheng was indeed a person with no taboos, but he used to respect Xiao Rongyu very much and rarely looked at him so rudely.

　　Xiao Rongyu is not the kind of gentle girl who can be easily rubbed by others. She noticed that Chen Hansheng was still lingering on her chest for a while, and immediately threatened her face. She raised her small fist and warned, "If you look around again, I'll dig out your eyes. I'll go tell Aunt Liang in a moment."

　　The young girl about to enter the university campus, whose body has begun to develop, Chen Hansheng smiled and took over his classmate. The words on it were really clich éd and nostalgic.

　　There is a female version available:

　　No matter how long the future holds, please cherish the little moments we spend together. No matter how many cycles we go through, I will still be your friend.

　　There are also art versions available:

　　Friendship will not disappear due to going their separate ways; Fate will not be cut off by graduation; Blessings will not be forgotten because of the ends of the earth.

　　There are also simple versions available:

　　Wishing Xiao Rongyu always happiness and joy in college.

　　There is also a limerick version:

　　Qingshan Qingshui Youth,

　　We have been together for several years.

　　There are no other gifts to give,

　　Write a blessing as a commemoration.

　　Even Chen Hansheng flipped through Gao Jialiang's poetic message:

　　May we be a pair of white birds on the tip of the waves, the meteor has not yet passed away, and we are tired of its radiance; The sky hangs low, and the faint light of the blue star in the morning awakens our hearts. A strand of immortal sadness was written by Gao Jialiang himself.

　　Gouri's Gao Jialiang is also too shameless. He plagiarized Yeats and insisted that he wrote it himself.

　　Xiao Rongyu clearly knew that this was a love poem. Her face turned red for a moment, and then she pretended to be serious and said to Chen Hansheng, "Don't flip through it, find an empty space and write it quickly!"

　　Chen Hansheng handed it to Wang Zibo and said, "Here, you write it first."

　　Wang Zibo was racking his brains to conceive sentences, trying his best to leave a deep impression on Xiao Meimei. He took the pen in a panic and muttered discontentedly, "I haven't figured it out yet."

　　The situation was rushed, and Wang Zibo was not very prepared. He could only write in a conventional manner, "Wishing Xiao Rongyu a beautiful and happy life as he grows."

　　Next, it's Chen Hansheng's turn. He originally intended to write, "May you walk out of your life and return as a teenager.".

　　However, this sentence is too green and not interesting enough. After thinking for a moment, I finally wrote correctly: "You live very well in the pond. The loach is ugly but can say festive words, the toad is careless but interesting, the snail is a gentle autistic person, and the little crucian carp is your common goddess."

　　At first, Gao Jialiang stood far away, but when Chen Hansheng finished writing, a sense of crisis drove him closer. As a result, he saw Chen Hansheng writing about a group of amphibian worlds and sneered, "Elementary school students."

　　Immediately, a girl shook her head and said, "Not necessarily. At first glance, it may seem boring, but reading it twice more will be very interesting. Isn't Rongyu your goddess?"

　　Although Gao Jialiang's level of character is low, he was born from No. 1 Middle School and his morpheme cultivation is still qualified. After carefully tasting it in his heart, he knew something was right. However, he refused to admit it and impatiently urged, "It's almost dark now, let's hurry back home."

　　Xiao Rongyu could naturally feel the innocence and liveliness in this sentence, as well as a hint of personification, but she was not too surprised. Chen Hansheng's mind is usually very agile and he is also very interesting.

　　Class teacher Lao Xu once commented that if he is willing to calm down and study, he will definitely be a promising student.

　　"Well written, I won't talk to Aunt Liang about smoking for now, but you're not allowed to do it again."

　　Xiao Rongyu spoke crudely, saying that she had grown up in a comfortable environment for so many years, and her tone of voice inevitably carried a hint of pride.

　　Until the group of prospective college cyclists left, Wang Zibo, who had been urging him all along, grinned at Chen Hansheng and said, "I wasn't ready just now, so you forced me to write first."

　　Chen Hansheng did not argue, but instead asked, "Even if you write brilliantly, there are eggs to use. Are you going to pursue Xiao Rongyu?"

　　"How could it be!"

　　Wang Zibo was startled and said, "I speak ill of her from behind, and I dare not look up in front of her."

　　This kid has some self-awareness and dares to admit it. Chen Hansheng smiled and hugged his neck, just like he did 17 years ago.

　　"Then don't talk nonsense. We'll go to Shuangqiao Square another day and treat you to that newly opened McDonald's restaurant."

　　"Why don't you go tonight?"

　　Wang Zibo asked, McDonald's is still a rare thing in Hong Kong City.

　　"Not tonight."

　　Chen Hansheng directly refused, "I want to have dinner with my parents."

　　Wang Zibo was taken aback for a moment and said, "Don't you always find them talkative?"

　　"You don't understand."

　　Without further explanation, Chen Hansheng waved his hand and said goodbye, "I'm going home."

　　Looking at the back of his friend under the dim yellow street lamp, Wang Zibo inexplicably felt as if there were many stories.