"When the wind from the north spread over the playground in the Central Plains, I was in my dormitory in the southwest, counting the stars on his camouflage uniform on my phone.
Our fate was like a courier that went around half of China - a friend from the north who was in the same class said, "My neighbor is also a soldier." In one sentence, he was about to graduate and had a clear future, and was airdropped into the chat box where I had just entered the university.
He always said, 'Wait until I decide on a job,' and I counted on the calendar and hoped, 'Wait until I grow up a little bit.' When we were dating online, he had a promotion route in his plan, and my draft was the final focus. When we were in a different place, the epidemic blocked the way to meet, and the time difference of growth quietly opened up another distance.
I have been drawing diagonal lines on the map for three years, but in the end I have not been able to leave any footprints.
Later, I realized that some of the goodbyes were not only blocked by the health code and whistle, but also his determination as he stood at the fork in life, and my confusion when I was still in the ivory tower - neither of us did anything wrong, but when the gust of wind blew by, we happened to not be on the same runway.
——Remember a military love story that was trapped by the epidemic and jet lag at the same time, starting and ending on the screen. "
Concept: Sincerity across the screen is not fake, and fruitless youth is also worth remembering