Youth is the rainy season that cannot be measured with a wooden ruler, and it is the rusty time key in the iron box.
Sun Sheng, who was picked up on a snowy night in 1996, deciphered the Morse code of growth amidst the jingle of biscuit tin boxes. When his father used the temperature of tea eggs to melt the wax seal of the transcript, Lin Xi's carbon pen tip carved a blue star trail that was more dazzling than the perfect score on the edge of the 59-point test paper.
In midsummer, when the shadows of the sycamore trees were mottled, two notices met in a narrow road under the sealing machine of a milk tea shop. Sun Sheng grabbed the "time capsule" with a frayed pen cap and rushed into the rain. Little did he know that this chase from the classroom to the street corner had already been written into the index of destiny by the annual rings on the correction tape.
"Have you ever seen paper cranes take off in a heavy rainstorm?"
"Hidden in those wet folds are the most stubborn flight paths of youth."
This is a slow-burn novel!
Concept: The rusty time code in the iron box finally blooms on the carbon pen tip into a star trail that illuminates the future.