Limit of 500 words One night three years later, in Ruoda's room, the young writer Zhang Zhan was packing his luggage clumsily. At that time, he always liked to pick up the white sweater and look at it for a long time. At every new book exchange meeting, no matter what season it is, whether it is spring, summer, autumn or winter, whether it is hot or cold, Zhang Zhan will put on that sweater between his shirt and suit. In the past three years, he has never changed this habit. "Zhang Zhan has been fighting with his memories for three years, and has been friends with them for three years. This time he decided to give himself a chance." Taking advantage of the new book exchange meeting, Zhang Zhan came to her city, City C, because she once said that after graduation, she wanted to return to the place where she was born and raised to teach. "
Zhang Zhan came to City C, and fate made them meet again. As the two got along again and again, their previous misunderstandings slowly turned into understanding. "In the past, you didn't want to talk, but now I pretend to be silent. I have delayed understanding things for an entire youth, and finally spent my whole life sighing. "The past is scattered all over the floor over time. Picking it up casually creates a period of youth." "Three years, a long time no see! Zhang Zhan and her met again in a big circle in their respective lives. I think that as long as two people are destined to meet again, they will definitely meet again.