"The world is not as small as you think. It is not easy for me to know you."
When he was seventeen years old, Qiu Nianhui met Lin Yikang. It was summer, the cicadas were chirping in the breeze, the wind was blowing the pages of the book, and the distance between people was so close. Before the exam, all the words turned into a smile and a wave.
"Lin Yikang, bye."
Suddenly I remembered that many, many years ago, there was a classmate in the class who was not very talkative. He later repeated a grade. Everyone said that he was sick. Qiu Nianhui was too young at that time and did not understand what separation meant.
"What is difference?"
"It means leaving."
"Will we see you again then?"
"I don't know."
Intention: entanglement over time