After transferring to school, Wen Xubai met Lin Yan, and the two teenagers leaned on each other.
On that snowy day, the arguments under the street lights were like ice picks piercing my heart. When Lin Yan withdrew his hand, the snow particles on the cuffs fell on the back of Wen Xubai's hand, which was bitingly cold. "That's it." He said, his voice so soft that it was carried away by the wind and snow.
In the years to come, the lingering warmth of the hot soup and the late night lights have become memories that I dare not touch. Wen Xubai shuttled through the mall, always thinking of the bowl of millet porridge on winter nights; Lin Yan was forced to give up the college entrance examination and embark on the road of entrepreneurship. The unopened exercise book on the bookshelf was covered with a thin layer of dust.
It was New Year's Eve when we met again, and snow was falling outside the window again. In front of "Warming Lamp" in the exhibition, Lin Yan handed him a cup of hot cocoa. The moment his fingertips touched, it was like falling snow finally melting into his palms.
"The snow is a little light," he said. The bell rang in the distance. They looked at each other and finally understood. They turned around for a longer reunion.
Purpose: Mutual redemption