Chen Huan remembered a person. That person was not special at all, but he was extremely special.
When Chen Huan was in the second year of junior high school, her class moved to the second floor of the old teaching building. The red brick walls were retro and faded. The shadows of trees on sunny days fall on the corridor in front of their class. Chen Huan always leans on the old railing, stealing the shadow and light, while looking at the green waves outside the classroom window, the elves and the wind rolling, unable to let go of either side.
One afternoon, Chen Huan was still staying in his little corner, but suddenly he was surrounded by a bunch of girls. The slender girl's body was also very heavy on her body, and Chen Huan could hardly breathe.
Listening to them talking, so and so's boyfriend came over and gave her flowers. Chen Huan took advantage of the chaos and glanced down, curling his lips, and could only see the top of his head.
At that time, her myopia was getting worse, but she didn't change her glasses. In the end, she couldn't see clearly what the person looked like. She only remembered that he was wearing black clothes and that he was a man.
They said his name was Li Xian.
A few years later, when she entered high school, she was divided into classes after liberal arts and science. She came to the new classroom with a stack of books in her hands. It was buzzing inside, but she heard someone call "Li Xian Yang."
Although Chen Huan rarely thinks about it again, Chen Huan somehow seems to have returned to that afternoon when he counted the shadows and lights, and saw a handful of white roses under the old railing when he was pressed.
Intention: What people love most is nostalgia