On the day Lin Nian transferred to another school, sycamore leaves were covering the long street.
Jiangyu is an existence that others cannot ignore, casual and public.
There is always a tacit understanding between them.
It's the deliberately slow pace when traveling together, it's the eyes that meet inadvertently in class, it's the blurred lines of handwriting on the draft paper.
Two people who are accustomed to hiding their thoughts, only in front of each other can they take off some of their pretense and defense.
The thoughts of youth are hidden in every moment when you hesitate to speak, growing quietly in the silence.
The chirping of cicadas gradually subsides, and midsummer comes to an end.
At the end of the story, there is still a sentence that has not been written.
No one knows where the throbbing and entanglement hidden in time will go.
Only lingering thoughts are left, echoing quietly in the years.
Intention: Even if the way back is uncertain and fate is inevitable, we should persist in guarding the most authentic yearning and freedom deep in our souls.