A grand festival fireworks, an unexpected surge of people, she was squeezed to the point of almost suffocation, but at the most embarrassing moment, she ran into someone's arms.
That person was very tall, like a silent mountain, blocking all impacts for her.
She raised her head and recognized the face she had only seen on the screen in the light of the fireworks - Zhang Hengzhi.
He protected her and rushed out of the crowd, handing her a piece of paper in a quiet old alley: a handwritten phone number, and a solemn promise - "If there is any injury, I will bear the responsibility."
She thought this was the end of the story. A gorgeous chance encounter, a fluttering piece of paper, a conversation that can last a lifetime.
But fate did not let them go.
Twenty minutes later, they met again at the old bridge on the river. The bridge deck cracked amidst the tremors of fireworks, and he hung on the edge of the fracture. Below was the dark river water and a drop of seven to eight meters. She lay on the bridge where the gravel was falling, leaned half of her body out, and grabbed his wrist firmly.
"We were only gone for two minutes—and you almost died!"
Her cry hit him in the face. He looked at her on the dusty and bloodstained bridge, and curled his lips.
Later, there was an extra line of words on the piece of paper - his WeChat ID.
What happened later was a remote cafe, a mountain village with extinguished fireflies, an old locust tree that had lived for who knows how many years, and a time as gentle as a dream but as fragile as a dream.
Until one day, the chat history disappeared, leaving only the piece of paper.
She put it in a book and took it out to read it every day. That was the only real evidence that proved that the fireworks night, the broken bridge, and the person who said "next time" to her in English all really existed.
Concept: Fireworks get cold easily and the paper gets old, but at that moment he turned around to protect my warmth, which is enough to support me for the rest of my long life. Some encounters are not about happening, but about proving something. It proves that there really is such a moment in this world - a person who shouldn't be in your life suddenly appears at the moment when you need to be protected the most. His arms circled you, his back blocked the crowd for you, he grabbed your hand on the edge of the broken bridge, and he left his name on the piece of paper. Then he left. Nothing happened. Nothing happened again. That piece of paper was the only evidence of that grand redemption.