When Shen Zhizhi was twenty years old, he was blocked at the door of the classroom by a man.
He looked at her, his eyes as heavy as the river in autumn: "Do you remember, you owe me a tomorrow."
She looked confused.
Later she found out - this man's name was Pei Yanchuan, and he was her summer playmate when she was ten years old.
He has been waiting for her for ten years.
And she forgot about him for ten years.
Until I dug out the yellowed piece of paper in my grandma's attic, which read crookedly:
"Pei Yanchuan, see you tomorrow. - Shen Zhizhi"
She was shocked to realize that some people, you forgot, were still there.
He was her childhood and she was his ten years.
Intention: Being remembered is a kind of luck, but remembering is a choice