The summer of my sophomore year in high school
Zhang Tao and Sun Mingzhe became tablemates
Sun Mingzhe thought it was accidental, but it was actually Zhang Tao's deliberate plan.
Sun Mingzhe thought it was the first time they met, but they had met before when they were children. It was just that time had passed and Sun Mingzhe had forgotten it, but Zhang Tao remembered it all his life.
Concept: The wind blows up the fleeting flowers, which are broken like flowers. Facing the blowing wind, the stars shine brightly and stretch to the horizon. The hustle and bustle of the world and the eyes of the world will eventually dissipate like fog.