On the Consciousness of Supporting Roles

Many years later, I will still think of him in high school, the figure sweating profusely on the basketball court, the focused eyes when he listened carefully in class, the gentle and affectionate expression when looking at her... Now that I am about to graduate from college, it seems that I have already withdrawn from his story, even though I am still looking for any clues about him. The story of life is so long, but will there be "us"?