The internet connects the world, and it reaches deep into our hearts. Here, we can say anything, and everything is open to discussion. My fingers fly across the keyboard, conveying my familiarity and concern for you. The symbols on the screen are a comfort that only I can see. In the bottom right corner of the screen, my avatar flashes, calling out to you with a familiar shortcut key, bringing warmth to our encounter. After all, blood is thicker than water. I saw it in an internet cafe, when I turned around and said "Let's go home, brother" to the manager, tears streaming down my face. Familial love and friendship blend together in this small space, understanding each other in a fleeting moment. Jumping out of the virtual world, would you be surprised and at a loss if you saw me standing behind you? But that familiar concern and care are still there. Let's go home, brother. In the virtual world, we're just strangers who can become friends, so why should we be enemies in reality? You're my brother, after all. I've always had a fondness for details. The objective existence is like grains of sand slipping through our fingers, shining fragments of sunlight that refract into the most authentic and real aspects of life, weaving together your intricate thoughts. When I saw the ending, "When crossing the road, Guansha gently took my hand", I felt a warmth spreading throughout my body. In those moments of touch between fingertips, some fragile and hard things melted away, like flower petals passing through our bodies. Youth is quietly breathing, growing without pause. I still remember Snowy saying at the end of "Ugly Girl Rose" that Rose would definitely have a great future, one that we couldn't even imagine. And this QQ brother and sister, Guansha, and their reconstituted family behind them, will also have a very good future, growing up happily in love and pain, like that riddle, tomorrow, full of beautiful and unpredictable expectations. Xunuo: I don't remember which work by Snowy it was that made me start liking her, but I think it was when I first read her works that I was still quite naive, just feeling a sense of familiarity. After only a year or two, I grew up into a big girl. So growth is a mysterious thing, you don't know when it comes, and you don't know whether it brings laughter or tears. At the same time, it's also a precious thing, you don't know when it leaves, and what it leaves behind in your life. When I re-read Snowy's old works now, I feel a sudden heart palpitation! Not long ago, something happened that made me feel quite uncomfortable. I made the same mistake as Jing in Snowy's "The Girl in the Tower". I was confused, not knowing if I really liked someone, and I didn't think I was any different from before. When I re-read this story again, I told myself "This is just like me!" In the days that followed, Snowy's words, Snowy's emotions, filled the blank space in my heart about love. Early love (or maybe it's just love), under Snowy's pen, is so transparent, pure, and beautiful. In those young days, there was some heart palpitation, some sweetness, some naivety, some maturity, some bitterness, some plainness, and perhaps in the end, it will be a green apple, a wound, but in the nostalgic days to come, it will be the warmest sunlight, the coolest sea breeze, the most refreshing green tea, the most beautiful scenery in our memories of growth.