Later, we both smiled at each other, and what we originally thought was sadness was only relief. In those days of youth, the hands that struggled desperately to grab it, the streets that they ran through, the dusk that filled them, were finally lost in the crowd. The memories we leave behind are as small as feathers, but they will quietly pounce like a protective umbrella when we are hurt in this indifferent real world. Time is like a ship, carrying away us who are not old.
The boy in the memory will grow old, but the memory of the boy will always be like yesterday.
"If one day I am broken into pieces, will you pick them up piece by piece?" An Ran's life in the attached middle school was gloomy, except for the bright colors.
That was Ru Gu, a talented player recommended to Peking University, one of the top national training teams, and a direct winner of the Ivy League school. He was also the Conan-like boy who was always the first to solve the problem in her elementary school Mathematical Olympiad class.
He remembered her. ——I remember when she was twelve years old and cried because she couldn't solve the problem. I remember that she was one point short of entering the competitive class in the high school competition. I even remember all her hobbies.
The rustle of orange wrappers came from the headphones. Twelve-year-old Rugu drew a spaceship on a piece of paper. Eighteen-year-old Rugu waited for her to take photos in front of the honor roll.
The moonlight spread across the window sill in two time zones, illuminating the national team photo on the corner of his desk - at the edge of the photo, there was a corner stuck with orange candy, which happened to be stuck on An Ran's blurred figure. They were like the first catch-up questions he taught her, but who was stepping on whose shadow? Will they really run into each other in the same dimensional world?
They say youth lasts forever, but who can't go back?
Concept: The boy in the memory will grow old, but the memory of the boy will always be like yesterday.