When he was seventeen, He Shuhang caught Lou Xiao in the crowd.
At the age of twenty-four, Lou Xiao disappeared, leaving only the words "Let's forget it."
At the age of thirty-seven, He Shuhang finally opened those letters - one hundred letters, sent from when Lou Xiao was alive to after his death, from words to blank.
Seventy-seven years old, on Huangquan Road, under the plane tree, someone held a bunch of black buck and said with a smile: "I have been waiting for you here for a long time."
Intent: This is a story about "fulfillment": some people leave so that you can stay better. Some love travels through the time difference and finally arrives at a certain node just right.