``` [In a small town in 2008, you spent a happy day hanging out with Xu Hui.]
[You browsed the internet and wandered the streets, and time slipped through your fingers like flowing sand.]
["I'm transferring next semester, to your school. My dad said your school had a higher advancement rate, so he went to quite a bit of trouble to get me transferred there."]
[Before you parted, Xu Hui told you this.]
[As you remembered it, hearing those words back then had kept you excited for several nights.]
[But you had already lived through it all and knew what happened, so your reaction was much more subdued, especially knowing that Xu Hui had ultimately failed to get into high school.]
["It really doesn't make a difference whether you transfer or not..."]
["That's what I told my dad, too. I don't like studying. I like singing. In a couple of years, I'll sign up for Super Girl. That's my real dream."]
[You looked into her innocent eyes, unsure what to say.]
[Although you missed your youth dearly, you had to admit that you could no longer relate to the people from those years.]
[People really couldn't possess both youth and an appreciation of youth at the same time.]
[After saying goodbye to Xu Hui for the moment, you followed the route in your memory toward home.]
[It wasn't actually your home, but a rented apartment. When you started middle school, your mother had given up her job as a textile worker to stay with you while you studied, remaining by your side until you finished high school and got into college.]
[During college, you hadn't put much effort into studying either, busying yourself with all sorts of work for the class committee, student council, clubs, badminton team, and so on.]