The Man Who Mapped Time

About This Novel

Five years have faded in the yellowed graduation photos. When Yuxi's fingertips passed over the young man in the white shirt in the third row, he could always think of the orange candy that was secretly stuffed between the desks in elementary school, and the umbrella he pretended to pass casually in the corridor of high school. They were the most silent footnotes in each other's youth: when they were tablemates in elementary school, he used a pencil to mark the pronunciation of "Hope" in her dictionary; when they reunited in high school, she watched him score the winning goal on the sidelines of the basketball court, but hurriedly ran away when he looked over. She had fallen into the trap of false tenderness and was scarred all over by the so-called love, but he was always the light that never went out on the platform - when she was blocked by the scumbag in the alley, he happened to pass by on his bicycle; when she was hiding on the rooftop with her eyes red from crying, there would always be an extra pack of strawberry tissues on the railing. Those unspoken "me too" are hidden in the unsent classmate list, hiding in the two steps away from each other when the graduation song is played. It wasn't until one day at a class reunion that he awkwardly took out a faded paper crane from his pocket. The words "We will sit together next semester" were faded on the wings, and she realized that some secret love was never a one-way street, but that the two of them supported each other through the long youth across the torrent of time. From peeking in the corner to holding hands at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau, it turns out that the best love is that after waiting for fifteen years, you can still say with a smile, "So you are here too."

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