"Beep - beep -", but there was only a monotonous mechanical sound on the other end of the phone. I was a little irritable and bored. I turned my back on the phone and looked at the people coming and going. Later, I thought more than once that if meeting her was a coincidence, then it was probably a coincidence that I, who always hated wearing glasses, forgot to take off my glasses when I went downstairs that day. He jumped up the stairs and turned his head in my direction. I saw his face clearly and was stunned, and his expression was obviously different. For a moment, I don't know whether it was because he slowed down, or because the hourglass of time really stopped for a second. The noise in the corridor seemed to be separated by a screen for a second. For a second, a rather long second, he and I looked at each other across the railing, up and down, forgetting to avoid each other's eyes. "Hey, hello, who is it?" The mother on the other end of the phone asked impatiently, bringing me back to reality.
Is it him? As I walked back to the classroom, my thoughts drifted back to my ignorant boyhood. Four years ago, on that afternoon when dust was dancing ballet in the sun, a boy stood on the podium, showing two rows of white teeth: "In other words, if your student union doesn't accept me, it's your loss."
Intention: I met again, the person who stayed in the youthful and beautiful youth