The Secret on the Negative Floor

The hole on the ground floor of the school is a secret among all the girls. There was no elevator, no signage, just a rusty iron ladder leading into the bottomless darkness. The physical education teacher said, that is our 800-meter track. The day I broke my knee, there was a young man in a white shirt standing at the top of the ladder. He carried me home, his fingertips were as light as feathers, and wrapped gauze with a bow around me. Later I discovered that the first floor below was just a warehouse filled with miscellaneous items, and he became a phantom that I could not distinguish between reality and dreams. I thought it was just a fantasy when I was young, until I graduated from college and saw those gentle eyes again in the conference room of a cultural and creative company. It turns out that he never disappeared, he was just in time, waiting for me to grow up and wait for us to meet again.