Shen Niannian disappeared without a trace like a drop of evaporating morning dew that summer. The missing person notice that shocked the whole city lasted for seven hundred and thirty days. Huo Chenzhou rummaged through every floor tile but could not reach her warmth, until the shredder swallowed the last stack of missing person files.
Four years later, we met again in midsummer. Through the floor-to-ceiling window of the CEO's office, Shen Niannian, who had lost her baby fat, looked at him from a distance, holding her resume, but the faded blue silk scarf was still tied around her neck - the bow he tied with his own hands back then, had grown into a knot that choked his breathing over the years.
"Shen Niannian, long time no see."
Thunder exploded outside the floor-to-ceiling window, illuminating the pale pink crescent scar behind the girl's ear. It was the mark he made in the emergency room when he carried her to the hospital on a rainy night when he was seventeen years old. The gears of fate began to turn in the opposite direction, and the heavy rain washed away the dusty safe, where four boxes of unopened engagement rings and a yellowed diary filled with "Nian Nian" were locked.
It's still funny