When Qiuyang heated up the bluestone slabs in his hometown, Lin Zhiwei bumped into Song Yansheng, who was cold all over, outside the rusty iron gate of the middle school.
He stood in front of a brick wall and asked for her Penguin, with the residual warmth of cigarette butts still on his fingertips; she didn't know that this boy who would threaten people with "An An's whereabouts" was hiding the memory of sharing dried sweet potatoes in his childhood in the eyes he looked at her.
The scent of cinnamon in the old alley spread over the eaves of the tiles, and the wind blew the chirping birds over their shoulders. This unexpected reunion on the afternoon of National Day was like a piece of sugar soaked in honey, quietly melting into the hearts of the two of them, melting away the most youthful throbbing in their youth.
Concept: Her and his youthful memories