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During the autumn and winter season, a few crisp yellow leaves spun as they fell from the gingko tree, drifting onto Wushan's shoulders.
"He didn't say anything else?"
"No," Wushan thought for a moment, then added, "I think he still respects you a lot."
"It should be called respectful but distant."
Zhan Qiming and Wushan were sitting on stone benches under the gingko tree. Students clutching their textbooks were coming and going after class, occasionally passing by them.
"He's very capable and lucky. But people have their own ambitions. He doesn't want to get close to me. Let it be."
Zhan Qiming stared at Wushan, "I'll quiz you."
He paused, "No matter what you do, you can't forget the big picture; you can't forget the time, place, and that includes young people's rebellion and resistance. Where does this line come from?"
Wushan shook his head, he didn't understand what Zhan Yuejin meant.
