Lin Mo couldn't remember any face. But he remembered three things about William: cedar, old paper rolls, and the rusty smell of the Thames.
In September in Oxford, a blond boy fished him out of the river. The backlight was so dazzling that Lin Mo couldn't see his appearance clearly. He could only see the golden sailing cufflinks on his cuffs reflecting in the sunset.
He said: Don't sit on the edge next time.
Lin Mo searched for three months. Canteen, library, lost and found office - I smelled seventeen blond boys, chased the wrong figures three times, received a black umbrella sent anonymously, and a roasted chestnut stuffed into the palm of my hand under a firework.
Until Lin Mo met him in the late-night archives. The man grabbed his wrist and said, "Your hands are cold."
He couldn't remember any of the faces. But it took him twelve years to remember the same person.
Purpose: Find the meaning of life