Seven years ago, Cheng Yanbai thought Jiangyu was doing well.
I haven't seen him since graduation. I only heard people mention him occasionally - he went to another city and had a new life, so I probably forgot about him a long time ago.
Seven years later, they met in a hospital elevator.
Jiang Yu lost some weight, and there was a faint blue mark under his eyes. Wearing a black T-shirt, the sleeves were rolled up to his shoulders. His fingers were still as long and a little rougher than before.
Only then did he find out that Jiang Yu didn't go to college. I have never been to other cities. There is no new life. He cuts hair in a barber shop. He went to help in a shop opened by a friend and gradually started working there.
Cheng Yanbai looked at him and opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
Jiang Yu spoke first.
"Long time no see."
The voice is very soft.
Cheng Yanbai lowered his head. "... Hmm."
What he didn't say was - I thought you were doing well. What he didn't even say was - I haven't had a good time these past seven years either.
Intention: I haven't thought about it yet…