Maybe it's because when I was nineteen, I just said goodbye to the pure white middle school age in the movie, but I haven't grown into a fixed shape. Like a slow-flowing glue, it is easy to get caught up in the fascination with the past, but still be lost in the future. That's why you feel a sense of detachment from such a movie, but you don't have too deep empathy. It just seems like a pool of clear water, quietly appearing in front of you, and you seem to see you in another time and space.
That summer is the summer you remember. In the quiet street at night, teenagers in simple loose clothes wandered around on bicycles. And the dark-skinned boy with big eyebrows and big eyes wearing a white shirt playing basketball and betting on the playground, and the boy next to him dressed casually and a little rudely, not very much like the boy who once appeared in your seventeen-year-old classmate's youth them.
I like Zhang Shihao's bright eyes, and his bright personality, shining like black and white characters. We are also so eager to become simple and clear teenagers. When I was seventeen, I only wanted to go to college. I was no longer a virgin. I could pee in a straight line. What a happy child. However, we endured growing into such a strange and twisted teenager, always silent and alert, half-speaking, so that people could struggle to guess. I had to use the constant questioning over and over again to make up for the eyes that couldn't see through each other and the helplessness for the diaphragm.
Three years from now, five years from now, what will we be like? I can't see me with my eyes closed, but I can see you.
I wish time stood still, so that I wouldn't have to bother to imagine what you looked like.
I don't know that you all caught me off guard one by one.
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