In 2006, on the third floor of the Northern University Library, by the window. Chen Yu, a boy from a mountain village who has low self-esteem and is introverted, meets Lin Wan, a bright and clean girl. Is there anyone sitting here? After meeting her for the first time in the fragrance of gardenia, he hid her in his heart for twenty years. He believed in waiting until he became good enough before getting close to the person he liked; she released her kindness again and again, quietly waiting for a response, and waited for three years. A confession letter lost by mistake, an umbrella tilted towards someone else on a rainy night, no parting or death, no bloody conflict, just the dilemma of young people trapped between pride and cowardice. Separation for sixteen years. Chen Yu has established a foothold in Shanghai, and Lin Wan has a stable family in the north. They each got married and were well, but when the same autumn wind and the same old song sounded, their hearts tightened at the same time. There is no reunion, no cross-border entanglement, only the most restrained reconciliation for adults: to resolve all the misunderstandings of the year and give a belated explanation to my twenty-year-old self. The deepest difficulty is never not to love each other, but to think about each other after many years, but we can only stop by tacit agreement and not disturb each other for the rest of our lives.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
