When Wen Changxia was fifteen years old, he was pulled up by a man in an alley.
The man's school uniform was zipped up to the top and he had a mole on the corner of his right eye. He said to him: "Take the high road from now on."
Later, he was admitted to the High School Affiliated to Nanjing Normal University and saw his name on the wall of honor.
It took him three years to get close to him - from worship to ambiguity, from ambiguity to closeness.
But these have become unspeakable growing pains in the future.
When he was sent to Russia by his parents, they didn't have time to tell him "I will come back."
Wen Jingche remembered the boy who was pulled up by him.
I remember him standing by the window and saying that he wanted to take the National People's University to study literature.
I also remember that winter night, that phone call that never got through again.
When he flew back to Nanjing to find him, Mother Wen pulled her sleeves and said, "I beg you to let him go."
He quit his life. But he never forgot him.
Eight years later, they reunited at a class reunion.
Wen Jingche stood at the end of the corridor, looked at Wen Changxia, and said, "Are you okay now?"
Wen Changxia said: "It's okay. What about you?"
It turns out that these years, they have been waiting for an answer in their own way.
Intention: Those unspeakable things that cannot be said will eventually be seen one day