In the winter of my freshman year of high school, I bumped into the young man in a black cotton coat at the entrance of a sleepy elevator.
He is a classmate who lives on the ninth floor, a fellow traveler in the elevator for a short time in the morning, a companion walking side by side in the corridor at night during a power outage, a surprise glance at the express delivery station, and a regret not adding WeChat in the grapefruit-scented morning...
Our encounters are always a bit of hasty coincidence
His appearance was the most unexpected heartbeat in the first year of high school, the secret hidden on the back of the draft paper, and the gentlest blank space in the young man's mind.
We will meet again
Concept: A series of unexpected coincidences connect the tender thoughts of boyhood.