The reason why I wanted to write down this story was inspired by reading "The Best of Us" by Chang'an in August.
A pair of classmates who are in the same position and fight in the same class. In every school in China, their stories are played out every day. They are different, but each unfolds in its own moving way.
We also had our own stories. But as you grow older and your youthful heart grows old, those tiny past memories are left in a corner of your body. They get farther and farther away from you and begin to disappear with the passage of time. One day, when you are waiting for the bus, when you are crossing the road, when you are staring at the neon lights, these memory fragments suddenly fall from the gap in time and hit you, carrying the smell and temperature of that year, playing back in slow motion again...
If possible, I really want to keep writing and writing, and write them all down before we get so old that we almost forget them all.