I think I will go back to the winter of 2012. Jiang Haiyu and I were assigned to the same class again. We still have yesterday's chat messages on our Nokia, talking about the impending end of the world. What kind of end of the world? Big flood? Fire? Or will the meteor fly in without hesitation and end in the blink of an eye? Or slowly, until I walk to her house and freeze to death in a hug? Nothing happened the next day, she walked to my left and said regretfully, and living in 2022, I already knew that this was an ordinary day.
I held her hand and went to class together, but I couldn't relax because I knew from 2022 that she would become a murderer,
It turns out that the end of the world is really coming slowly... It's just slower than I imagined... Slower than the slow freezing to death in my imagination, slower than the love song king who went to KTV to sing, slower than the 800-meter morning run, slower than the college entrance examination... Than university... Slower than the next detective novel lover I fall in love with.
Intention: Don't chase the past, look up and look forward