#Campus
Wen Jinyu&Deng Yuxuan
When the autumn mist filled the gap between gears, he was teaching me the logic of writing obstacle avoidance.
"The fog is an idealist. It sees through every joy and sorrow of mine. It doesn't expose it, it just hugs me gently and blurs the moment when I finally can't hold on any longer."
The wind blows and the mist disperses like origami, the first meeting, parting, and the whistle of departure, all become gaps that cannot be repaired by the code.
He left behind a model with "optimal solution" engraved on it, like an unfinished promise.
I cried under the clear sky at the stadium - it turned out that after the fog cleared, even regrets had nowhere to hide.
Years later, the model is still there, but the temperature in the fog that year has been blown by the autumn wind into the wrinkles that youth cannot untie.
Intention: Be is the norm in the world
