When she was seven years old, she gave him a mint tree and a promise.
Many years later, he came and so did she.
But she changed her name to Lin Luoxue.
She didn't recognize him. She was waiting for someone else.
Four years of college, nine people.
Some people stood up for him, some stayed up late with him, and some grabbed the last steamed bun from him in the canteen.
Zhong Lin wrote all this in his notebook.
This is a story about glimmers of light.
Those tiny, easily forgotten lights that are overwhelmed by daily life.
——Dedicated to my university and those who didn't have time to say thank you.
Purpose: Record the glimmer of youth and cherish everyone around you who has warmed you.