After nearly ten years, the memories have long since become scattered fragments. I always think of him at a certain moment when I see a similar scene. I think of the soy milk in the alley, the scarf on winter nights, the squeaking fan in the rental house, and the ordinary days we walked together. The story begins with the encounter of two ordinary boys, and ends with my own memories. I would like to write this article to commemorate the most tender period of my life.
Purpose: To write about the encounter and companionship of two ordinary boys, to record a tender but short-lasting love, and to convey the love and nostalgia hidden in the fragments of daily life.