A mistaken long-distance phone call at the age of thirteen connected Shen Xiu from a small mountain town and Lin Haoyu from Hangzhou in the south of the Yangtze River.
They used letters as a bridge and online chats as companions. They looked at each other from a distance for eight years and were each other's only soul confidants.
The evening breeze in the West Lake, the first meeting in the mountain city, the confession in Chengdu that was too late to catch, we met several times, but finally passed by.
Later, his profile picture became permanently gray and he completely disappeared from her life.
From then on, Shen Xiu traveled to every scenery he had ever mentioned and walked thousands of miles of mountains and rivers alone. Only in hindsight did Shen Xiu understand that the young man named Gu Zhou resonated with him only once in his life.
He spent her reckless and ignorant youth, but failed to share the fireworks of the world together.
Countless late at night, she stopped in front of the dark dialog box, not daring to read the last message carefully. She only hid her heavy regrets in the years of walking alone.
This article is Shen Xiu's personal short essay, about a time when he was young and a life-long relationship that is difficult to reconcile.
Purpose: To write about the long-lasting regret of missing a young confidant, to let go of the encounter that cannot be repeated in youth; to cherish the encounter where souls fit together, to make gentle reconciliation with the regrets of the past, and to face the helpless separation in life.