When he was seventeen years old, Yi Zhiye wrote a name in the corner of his notebook and scribbled it into a ball of ink in a panic.
He and Shen Yinan were classmates. One was a young man sitting quietly by the window, and the other was someone who could always easily become the focus of the crowd. There shouldn't have been too many interactions - if Shen Yinan hadn't handed over a bottle of water in physical education class, if he hadn't happened to walk on the same night road after evening self-study, if those vague eye contact never happened.
Zhiye became accustomed to being the first to catch Shen Yinan in the crowd. The turning movements during recess exercises, the backs of several people standing in line in the cafeteria, the vague outline in the ringing of bicycle bells after school - he collected these insignificant moments like fallen leaves in autumn, knowing that he couldn't keep them, but he still couldn't help it.
What he didn't know was that Shen Yinan also remembered his bangs that were blown by the wind when he was lying on the table and taking a nap, the slight curve of his eyes when he solved the problem, and all his deliberate avoidance and hesitation in speaking.
The wind along the river blows from September to June next year. Someone's thoughts hidden in autumn are finally picked up by another person in spring.
——The name that was painted out turned out to be written on the palm of his hand.
Concept: "Dislocated time and space and two-way redemption"