The neatly packed stationery, the outdated folk album, and the tablet with a broken screen are all old chapters that I no longer read. They probably made a wish to watch the fireworks together, but like thousands of childhood ambitions, they fell silently and lightly into the sand.
Then, Cheng Zhen suddenly remembered a hot summer night, hiding in the darkness holding a tablet and secretly video chatting with Meng Wanzhao, when a cluster of electric sparks suddenly burst out from the plug-in board. Golden, a beautiful beginning of youth. Meng Wanzhao asked what the flash of light was, and Cheng Zhen thought that it was a small firework.
Intention: So close to the end of the world
