Xia Zhian met Jiang Yubei for the first time under the eaves of the old teaching building on a snowy winter night.
The boy's scarf was stained with broken snow, and half of his face was buried in the soft wool, only a pair of eyes as bright as stars were exposed.
They listened to a pair of headphones in the warm yellow light of the old building, shared the same cup of hot cocoa on the snowy playground, and on the summer night after the college entrance examination, they promised to go to the south to watch the sea together in front of the city's fireworks.
But then the wind blew everyone away, and when Xia Zhian stood on the platform holding the admission notice, there was no one around him.
Reunited many years later, he saw Jiang Yubei's back in the crowd at the art exhibition. The moment the other party turned around, the falling snow covered the old time again - it turned out that some encounters were engraved in the bones and blood from the beginning, like the snow on a winter night, falling and missing each year.
Intention: youth
