The living room gradually fell silent again.
I sat there, looking at the test paper on the table.
After a few seconds, I reached out and picked up the pen.
At that moment, there was a strange feeling in my heart—like after a very, very long time, I was holding something familiar again.
I lowered my head and looked at the first question.
At first, I hesitated a little.
But soon, I realized that some things had never really left.
Formulas. Problem-solving methods. Those knowledge points I had practiced over and over before.
They were like seeds buried deep in my mind.
The moment I picked up the pen again, they slowly began to sprout on their own.
Little by little. One question. Then another.
For three years, I thought I had already drifted far away from all those things.
But now
