Three years after graduation, I was stuck at work, with only a cat named Gardenia to accompany me.
The summer in Beijing is hot and humid, and on the way to reunite with old friends, a thunderstorm tears reality apart.
I fell back to 2023, to the eve of everyone rushing to Prague.
In the old dormitory, there are sycamore trees, and the faded writing on the cupboard door lies quietly: u are my summer, my dear friend who has not yet traveled far, Bai Yueguang Feng Yue.
I carry with me the memories of my past, but I am missing all the memories of two years in Prague.
Those years seemed to be wiped out of thin air.
Every time I try to retrace my steps, my mind only feels tingling, as if someone is preventing me from recalling that time.
Later, when I went to study abroad, the forgotten memories slowly awakened, and the secrets of time travel also emerged.
A thunderstorm, a trip back in time.
All the regrets, all the misses have still not happened.
This time, will I meet you again in summer?
Intention: Don't hide what you like, don't wait until you lose it and then regret it
