The myth of a young man is like a pleasant note, light, shallow, and fleeting. And the aftertaste is long. The little throbbing of adolescence rises and falls in brief waves, the boat drifts slowly into the distance, and then disappears.
In the past, Xie Yin would hold Xie You's wrist, look at the shallow grooves beside his fingertips, ask him where his calligraphy skills came from, and say that such a life was not interesting to her. Then Xie You lowered his head, said nothing, just smiled, and after a while, he replied that they were all gifts from God.
Both people are like this, they are both the same, possessing top talents and playing with the source of profits at will. They were born like this and die like this.
As a result, some things are amplified and some things are discarded. The talented children can see what is better. There is no "best" in their eyes, only a little bit of "more and more", which condenses into the "optimal solution".
Their palms touched each other in vain, but their fingers failed to interlock.
One day many years later, Xie You and Xie You clinked glasses, red wine swaying in the shadow of the glasses. They overlapped their hands and said to each other, "Long time no see."
Intention: Move forward and never look back
