That year, we graduated. To the students of high school (6), that year, there was a history in our small city for the first time, two schools were allowed to choose freely. . We chose left or right? In the depths of fate, different people made the same choice. ... We were high school one... familiar or unfamiliar, we became alumni. That year, the education bureau reformulated and conducted a humanities division. Originally, like a striped road, there was no intersection between us, and we were woven together like a twisted thread of fate. That year, we were in high school two. ... That year, we played hide-and-seek in class, planted grass on the playground, flew kites in the meadow, burned barbecue in the woods, and ... that year, the school had a class called High School (4). That year, the classes of the school were reorganized again, and some people left, while others entered. . If we said that it took thousands of coincidences to change the glance of fate at this moment... so, how many choices or being chosen by fate, how much connection and part, could let us finally gather together?