When Xia Xuan was a student, he liked to take the bus, and the number plates full of traces of time were still precipitated in the gradually fermenting picture in his mind, and he still remembered that he took the No. 6 bus to school at that time.

The train departs from a station on the edge of the city and passes through a number of major routes that eventually bypass the city.

In my memory, the city was very large and spacious, and the girls wore standard school uniforms, short-sleeved red dresses, whispering under the bus bracket, and occasionally a locomotive overtook the bus, and those wowing sounds were enough to condense into a dazzling landscape, bringing bursts of lively noise in the wind and dust set up by the wheels.

And Xia Xuan always likes to lean on the position next to the window, casting his eyes on the sun-drenched street outside the window, looking at the buses that are also moving slowly, until the trees and flowers retreat in the line of sight, the clouds drift away in the clear sky, and those beautiful scenery are far away, he separates himself from this narrow space into two worlds.

No hustle and bustle.

No noise.

At that time, although his family was wealthy, he always liked to wear a thin short-sleeved shirt, which was washed white, blue trousers wrapped around his thin legs, and underneath was a pair of copycat Adidas sneakers, and the worn backpack was close to his shoulders, so thin that two interlaced strangulation marks could be seen.

The tempered glass windows through the sunlight can often reflect the gloom in the clean eyes.

It was a lonely silence.

After getting off the bus, there was an intersection in front of the city No. 1 Middle School, and every time Xia Xuan walked through the center of this criss-crossing intersection, he would look up at the school gate fence not far away.

Those steely steels with a metallic sheen were only cold to him.

Inside the walls, outside the walls, it means two different worlds.

Since his student days, this boredom has been ingrained in his memory.

Unfortunately, he can't change.

In the next seven years, Xia Xuan followed the life trajectory arranged by his parents, gave up the pursuit of other things, and was admitted to a prestigious university.

However, not being able to change means that he cannot move forward, and his life will only be at the mercy of his parents like a string puller.

In a blind date, the rebellion hidden in Xia Xuan's bones finally broke out completely.

He tore up the creative director's invitation, refuted his parents' harsh rebukes, and wandered aimlessly outside with his suitcase and the guitar that was important to him.

That night the wind was very cool, the mottled walls could vaguely see the passage of time, the sloppy yellow street lamps reflected the slanted shadows, Xia Xuan walked under the stone pillar, looked at the advertising leaflets of the language study class, plus he just wanted to escape from the suffocating home at that time, and finally had such a bold decision.

So he came to South Korea.

It's just that the situation is far worse than Xia Xuan imagined, a person living alone in a foreign country, not only has different language habits and work needs, but also has a very different food culture.

The most important thing is that he is not used to the food here.

Every day when he woke up from the yellowed and wrinkled quilt, facing the mirror as dazzling as a magic mirror, Xia Xuan would always see the bearded face inside, and then rubbed the extremely messy hair in front of his forehead, put on the white-washed short sleeves and jeans with two holes, and continued to start a new drift in the city.

The long journey repeats itself and repeats itself.

Until that day, Xia Xuan carried his guitar to the Han River Bridge, which is known as the legend.

This foggy and neon-lit bridge has had many fascinating and ridiculous stories.

There are lovers in love who swear an oath here and enter the palace of marriage, and there are also people who are in debt who are hunted down here, jump off with their heads in their hands, and never go back.

Thankfully, he didn't have a lover and wasn't in debt.

The bridge is very long, and the cool breeze sweeps across the Han River on a summer morning, and the ripples on the river surface are slightly dispersed, and the water waves glow with the light of the morning light, and the uncertain water surface is occasionally stirred by the fish that come up from below, and the reflections that were originally calm on the river surface are also broken up at these times.

Xia Xuan looked at the peaceful scenery in the distance, and his walking pace began to slow down.

Xia Xuan slowly raised his head, and for the first time he had the idea of wanting to stop.

In front of him was a man.

At first glance, this man is very quiet, standing on the Han River Bridge in a white shirt, and his lazy eyes go along the Han River, as if he can penetrate the fog surrounding the bridge, cross the eternal horizon, and see the end of this river.

Hiss.

The dusty wheels suddenly set off a hustle and bustle, breaking the tranquility.

The calm gaze suddenly froze.

The man's lazy eyes swept over slowly, Xia Xuan looked at this clean face, and the brocade clouds fell a shadow in the cool morning, shrouding the two of them.

The conversation that made Xia Xuan unforgettable finally began.

"Do you want to change the world?"

"Do I need to wear my underwear backwards?"

"Not really."

"I'm more interested in wearing underwear backwards, and as for changing the world, I'll save it for Superman."

"If Superman is gone, someone needs to step up, and don't you feel excited about changing the world?"

"I don't know if it's hot or not, and if I can't find a job to support myself, my stomach will definitely boil."

"You just have to answer me one question, and I can introduce you to a decent job."

"Okay, you ask."

"What do you think is changing the world?"

"I haven't thought about it, and I won't think about it. I can't even change the people around me, and it's a waste of time for me to think about changing the world. ”

"It's a waste of time, and I don't like to do this kind of troublesome thing, but unfortunately, I've changed the world, but not this big world, but my own world."

"Your own world?"

"Of course, it's your own world, your loved ones, your friends, the people you care about or don't care about, these people or things aren't your world."

"Isn't that what it means to change yourself?"

"People will change after all, you will not change, the people around you will also change, they have changed, and you have not changed, obviously, there is only one result."

"But what does it matter?"

"yes, it's okay, but I'm a person who doesn't want to watch these unrelated things become really okay, especially you."

"I don't know you."

"I don't care if you know me or not, if I say I know you, I know you, what can you say and what can you do?"

"Does this count as a strong buy and a strong sell?"

"That's a nice word, I'll remember."

"Is it time to fulfill your promise?"

"I said to give you a good job, but I didn't say that I would give you that job now, look at you, always in such a hurry, this is not the appearance of a mature man."

"So, young man, you're still too young."

……

The picture is frozen in that moment of staring like a movie rewind.

The smile on the corner of the man's mouth seemed to carry a different kind of shock that shocked his vision, overlapping the moment he walked into the convenience store.

Those vague memories suddenly reorganized and condensed in the brain, and the appearance of this man became clear.

Maybe it's been too long since such a complicated love surged to the bottom of my heart, or maybe I was frightened by this man's appearance with sunshine and momentum, Xia Xuan, who looked stagnant, sat on a chair like a sculpture.

However, the first sentence of the follow-up to that conversation was not a long-lost greeting, nor a silent eye contact, but an angry roar from Xia Xuan.

"You, the bastard uncle who cheated me out of the only one million on me, are finally willing to show up?"

(I want to recommend tickets, I want to collect, please everyone, thank you.) ）