September 1, 2005, Luanshui High School. He Beibei and Sun Shuangshuang's suitcases collided head-on. A piece of white lace underwear fell from the air and hit his shoe. The washing powder exploded into smoke, and the old Nokia clicked, freezing two red faces. What's even more coincidental is that not only did they live in bungalow dormitories adjacent to the east and west, they were also assigned to the same class and tied for second in the high school entrance examination. The few seconds they stood side by side on the podium, their eyes touching and then hurriedly avoiding each other - that was the clumsiest and cleanest heartbeat of a seventeen-year-old. No one expected that this collision would cause the dust to rise and fall for twenty years and never really end.
So awesome, it resonated