
The Breeze in the Forest is Late
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"At the end of the day, you will be late, but you won't be late." Sang Zhiwan always liked to say this sentence using his own name. When he was seventeen years old, Lin Xiaoqing was lying on the desk complaining about her monthly exam results. He held up his chin and laughed: "Don't worry, my name is 'Zhi Wan', which means good things have to wait - just like the first grade in grade you want, just like..." He paused and did not continue, only looking at her dimples, his eyes as bright as stars. Later he realized that there was more than just grades hidden in this sentence. Just like the wind will blow through the camphor forest, just like the moonlight will spread over the window sill, just like his heartbeat for her, starting from the desk at the age of seventeen, going around and around, will eventually arrive one evening. "Wait patiently." He whispered to the photo of her on the phone, and his fingertips traced her dimples on the screen. "Be it emotion or happiness, it will always arrive." Just like his name - Sang Zhiwan, it will be late, but it will never be absent.
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