They met when they were fourteen and said goodbye when they were eighteen.
One is a poor girl who is forced to shoulder the expectations of her family, and the other is a warm-hearted girl who transfers to another school but takes the initiative to approach her. The classroom under the camphor tree, the eaves of the hospital on a rainy night, the half steamed bun on the rooftop, the trembling lips during the first kiss - at their most beautiful age, they carved each other into their bones and blood.
But under the pressure of traditional society and family, this relationship was eventually crushed. After the college entrance examination, Xia Yanxi left a note saying "Don't look for me anymore" and completely disappeared from Song Yuwei's world.
Fourteen years. They walked alone, but never got married. One worked as a project manager at a construction site in the south, and the other worked as a Chinese teacher in his hometown county. One thousand four hundred kilometers apart, my thoughts never stop.
Until an accident occurs, their obsession tears apart the gap in time.
The soul was dragged back to the September when they were fourteen years old, the classroom where they first met. But the cruel fate is: they can't see each other, and they don't know that the other person is back.
Thus, in this lonely fold of time, the two souls began a common battle that no one knew about. Every time they change the past, their soul energy is consumed, and when it is exhausted, it is bounced back to reality; every time they wake up, they find that this reshaped reality is quietly pulling them closer.
The other party's number was added to her phone, and the same pothos as her window sill appeared on her desk. Her mother took the initiative to mention that name for the first time, and the "Don't look for me" on the note became "Wait for me"...
They all thought that they were the only guardians, burning up for their lovers in loneliness. But little does he know that beside him, invisible, another person is also trying his best for the same love.
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This is a story about double loneliness and double affection.
When the wrinkles of time are smoothed out inch by inch, can the hugs missed over the years come back again?
Intention: Go forward in both directions after setbacks