In his sophomore year of high school, Shen Yubai stuffed strawberry milk into the palm of transfer student Lin Zhixia - "I'll protect you from now on." From then on, the Wutong Road in the evening self-study, the folding umbrella in the rainstorm, and the moon ring on the abandoned railway track were all tainted with the refreshing taste of youth. They agreed: one year later, when the spring flowers bloom, they would take a train to a distant place together. But on the eve of the college entrance examination, his mother was critically ill and he left for a foreign country, leaving only a text message at the signal tower - "Wait for me." They were separated for six years. When they met again, she was wearing someone else's wedding ring on her finger, and he was holding a mixed-race little girl in his arms. The strawberry flavor has long expired, the red light at the end of the railway track is flashing; and the unfinished confession that year finally broke before spring. The most painful thing about youth is not missing it, but almost growing old.
Concept: "Missing out" is also a part of youth. Regret makes growth complete.
