At the end of summer at the age of twenty-one, Du Yueheng suddenly stopped on the boulevard of Jiangda, with the wind blowing up the elm leaves. He recalled that in the muggy September five years ago, in the classroom at the age of sixteen, the boy turned around and smiled, showing two tiger teeth. That was the first heartbeat in his life.
The story begins with military training in the county high school. A piece of tissue, a White Rabbit toffee, similar rankings, and silent diagonal looks at each other, Du Yueheng and Song Yuyang had a secret and tender time amidst their heavy schoolwork.
Worldly rumors overwhelmed the young man's thoughts. The two estranged hastily, and Song Yuyang deliberately avoided them. Du Yueheng repeated his studies with persistence and successfully entered the other party's university. More than 1,400 people live together on the same campus day and night, but they can never get closer. The people I met later all carried shadows of the old people.
Others said he was trapped in memories. But he knew clearly that what he missed was never that person, but the unreserved and enthusiastically beating heart of the sixteen-year-old.
I write down this past event not to seek answers, but to bid farewell to my young self, the throb that ended in vain, and the lost youth.
I would like to dedicate this book to all those who are young and have their first heartbeat. If you have ever looked back for someone, I hope you can see your former self in the story.
Purpose: Memories are self-salvation, not self-trap