Six years ago, Jiang Yujin and Li Wanling were inseparable - in the corridor after school, in the shade of the trees beside the basketball court, and in the shared soda at the school gate. Until Li Wanling left City Y and went to the distant City C, the unspoken words "Don't forget me" became the deepest thorn in his youth.
Six years later, they met unexpectedly again in a small Polaroid shop. L still looks the same as in the memory, except that his long hair has become short, but the angle of his bangs hanging down when he lowers his head is exactly the same. But when their eyes met, Li Wanling's gaze only stayed briefly, and finally turned and left silently.
The moment the glass door closed, the rain blurred his vision. She dug out the photos of Li Wanling that she had secretly taken over the years and reprinted them one by one, as if with enough photo paper, she could piece together the evidence that Li Wanling recognized Jiang Yujin.
——"It turns out that the most painful thing is not being forgotten, but being remembered but pretending to be a stranger."
Concept: The paradox of "remembering" and "forgetting"
(Straight to the core)
