In the examination room of the Academy of Fine Arts in 1990, Cheng Yuanchuan stuffed a piece of rubber into Yu Zhi's palm: "Perspective corrector."
"Pacific Police" was written on the back of his T-shirt. When Li Uo smiled, it was like a locust flower falling into her sketchbook with rustling charcoal pens in late spring.
But Yu Zhi didn't know that this joke hid their trajectory for the next eight years - she, Li Hui, and Zhang Zhaoxia lost their pencils at Yigao, while he struggled to move forward under the pressure of his family.
Until 2008, □□ flashed: "Do you remember 517?"
Her fingertips were hovering above the keyboard, and she suddenly heard the soft sound of pencil shavings falling on the page in 1990.
It turns out that the departure of some people was not a retreat, but a strategic shift. The last correction question he left for her was called forgetting - and it was only when she handed in the paper that she discovered that the other side of the eraser was carved by him with his youth:
"West of the Pacific, it's you."
Concept: In the examination room of the Academy of Fine Arts in 1990, the eraser he handed over had "perspective corrector" written on it. Eighteen years later, it flashed: "Do you remember 517?" It turns out that the west of the Pacific Ocean is not a geographical coordinate, but the farthest distance we have ever measured in our youth. [Reunion through broken mirrors/Sentiments of the times/Romance of art students]