The bluestone road in the old alley hides the longest time between him and me.
When I was a child, he was the boy who protected me in the alley, and I was the little tail following behind him. We shared a piece of candy under the old locust tree, drew a never-ending circle under the wall, and told the evening breeze our green love in the damp alley. At that time, I thought that if the old alley remained unchanged, we would never be separated.
But growth is an unexpected farewell. An admission notice and a silent dispute made us part ways in the alley, burying our unexpressed feelings in the dust of the old alley. Later, I walked through countless streets, but I could never find a place full of memories like the old alley.
Many years later, I set foot on this familiar road again. The old locust tree was still there, the graffiti at the base of the wall was blurred, but the former boy was standing at the entrance of the alley, his eyebrows still the same, but a little more alienated.
The old alley remains unchanged and old friends meet again. Will those sourness and regrets that have been dusted by time, and those unspoken concerns sprout again in the wind of reunion?
Concept: The old alleys hide the sincerity that has not yet faded away. Time cannot erase obsessions. All reunions after a long separation are the most gentle redemption of regrets.