Separated in a car accident when he was nine years old, Xie Xun carved Song Jian into his bones.
At the age of seventeen, he transferred schools across half the city just to find his lost summer.
"Hello, new deskmate."
Song Jian nodded politely, her eyes full of strangeness.
Xie Xun wrote in his diary:
People came and went in his world, but I was stuck at the age of nine, waiting for him to recognize my eyes.
Until one day, Song Jian opened the notes he forgot to take away——
The last page is a yellowed children's drawing: two little people holding hands, with the words crookedly written at the bottom:
"Xiao Jian and Xiao Xun will always be together."
It turns out that the most painful thing is not that you don't remember me, but that you forget that we could not live without each other.
——I come for you, not asking for reunion, I just hope that the ice and snow in your world will melt from now on, and all things will be reborn.
Intention: first encounter or reunion