When I stood at Hangzhou East Railway Station again, I was still alone on the concourse floor staring at the exit for Shanghai-bound passengers. I couldn't wait to see that familiar figure in my heart, and I was satisfied to be able to walk behind him for a while. The last time I stood in Hangzhou East, I was leaving school after graduation, dragging my suitcase and leaving alone. I always thought that I would not be alone when I left. He would go with me, stay with me, or see me until the last moment before the car left. However, due to various reasons, we separated when we were about to graduate. He knew that I was in Nanjing, and I also knew that he was in Shanghai, and they were both paying attention to each other, but neither of them wanted to speak first, so they just waited silently. Sometimes, when we think of each other, we pack up our things and go to Hangzhou, hoping that we can meet by chance in the east of Hangzhou. We are two weirdos. I desperately wanted to meet by chance, but I didn't think of making a call or sending a message. I actually remembered it, but I didn't know how to say it. This is the sixteenth time I met him by chance while standing in the east of Hangzhou. I still don't know if I can meet him.