Lin Shiqing and Shen Qianmo were high school classmates. Even if their youthful ignorance was hidden, it would still come out of their eyes.
"You lost your money." Shen Qianmo poked Lin Shiqing's back.
Lin Shiqing looked down at the ground in a panic, and then touched his trouser pocket. Money is in your pocket.
"You..." Lin Shiqing finally realized that he had been deceived, "You have lost your mind!"
"Maybe I'll go to the north. It's so free there."
"Okay."
The two met again at a class reunion two years later. The vicissitudes of time cannot erase the memory.
Shen Qianmo knew it the moment he saw Lin Shiqing again.
The unresolved knots from your youth will one day trap you again.
Even if the journey is dusty.
Purpose: We all don't have God's perspective, so we have to say everything we want to say as early as possible.