At that time, you thought you were young and energetic, so you chose to give up the opportunity to go abroad to teach in that small, broken city. While you were making money and going to college, you occasionally thought about whether it would be better to go abroad.
Until later you met your own midsummer. He lived endlessly, but he was born in thorns and wind and rain.
At this time you changed your words again
"My youth took root in this city."
You remember the confession of the sixteen-year-old boy in the light and shadow, and you also saw the twenty-year-old boy running away from your lecture, puffing away in the reflection of him in your memory.
You thought that leaving without saying goodbye was the best escape route for each of you. You never thought that the escape route he wanted would be an abyss without you.
The days after the reunion were difficult, and he was always worrying about gains and losses.
You took care of him for half a year, until the day when the re-examination report came out, he said to you
"Teacher Pei, I don't want to tie you up anymore."
You looked at this boy who had grown taller, as if he overlapped with the boy in your memory. You hugged him in the autumn wind, and there was a bit of attachment in your eyes that were usually stagnant.
"It's getting cold, let's go home"
Intention: In the ups and downs, there will always be your frivolous and uninhibited spirit