Nanjing in June 2014. Green rain bursts, the whole city is shrouded in water vapor, it is truly the rainy season.
That day, Xu Mianzhu had nothing to do and just wanted to tidy up his doghouse-like room.
I sorted out my old high school books long after I graduated, and there was a yellowed letter tucked inside the textbook.
There was no signature or date on the letter, but Xu Mianzhu knew it was written to him.
This delicate handwriting seems to see the enthusiastic and wanton young man again.
Intention: Positive and uplifting
