When he was seven years old, Liang Zhou pinched Shen Yuan's face to correct his pronunciation: "It's Yangzhou, not Niangzhou." That was the last time they spoke properly.
When he was ten years old, Liangzhou's family fell into decline and he moved from a single-family villa to a rental house in a village in the city. He told himself: Shen Yuan is so young and forgetful. He will forget him in a few days.
Shen Yuan has not forgotten. He had been gambling for twelve years. He pronounced "Yangzhou" correctly and was admitted to the Chinese Department. When they met again, Liang Zhou stood on the university podium and talked about Li Bai's "Fireworks Falling in Yangzhou in March". In the lecture theater, looking at the red tips of his ears, I suddenly understood: the tenderness of some people is hidden in the box of watercolor pens full of tooth marks twelve years ago, hidden in every unspeakable "I miss you".
Intention: Reunion after breaking the mirror