Qian Congyi met him in a cafe at the end of the alley.
The man was sitting by the window, wearing a white sweater and warm yellow light. They talked about movies, they talked about music, they talked about everything. Going to the beach on the weekend, he sat on the back seat of the bicycle, as light as if he didn't exist.
He didn't add a WeChat account, didn't leave a phone number, and only had an email address.
Qian Congyi felt that he was just special.
Until the Polaroid was developed - the place where he stood was empty.
If you have ever been convinced, please read this story.
Intention: What you think is destiny is actually just a dream.
