There have been many men and women in Shi Yan's life, people he loved, people he wanted to take care of, people he wanted to catch but had to give up. . .
The love he gives to others and the pain others give him are like trickles that eventually converge into the long river of memory.
What kind of sad, happy, touching or painful life encounters a young boy will have in his most vigorous years? Only by facing them calmly can he never forget them.