"On the third row of desks by the window in Class 7 of Senior High School, there was half a box of unfinished throat lozenges lying in a secret compartment. Lin Shutong always said, 'Gu Yanzhou, you have pharyngitis again,' but she didn't know that on the inside of the silver medal in the mathematics competition he hid, there was engraved 'Sparse Shadows Horizontal' - a half-line of a poem that fell on the draft paper when she was copying "Shusu Yu Ci".
Seven years later, in the tea room of a Beijing office building, construction heir Gu Yanzhou clutched the old pen and saw that she was wearing a necklace that looked like a school badge (actually a relic left by her aunt), and asked softly: 'Why did you run away on the eve of the college entrance examination?
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She didn't know that the transfer bill for his father's repayment of his uncle's project funds had been kept in a secret compartment of his desk for seven years; nor did he know that the tape in her drawer recorded his trembling confession in the broadcast room - 'Lin Shutong, I don't sympathize with you, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to say it again.
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Until in the class of a volunteer teacher in Yunnan, the student took out the wedding ring in her textbook, and the last page was written with "Yanzhou, I regret it so much". And he stood at the door of the classroom with the doctor's diagnosis that "he still has ten years to live" and said: "This time, I will be your light."
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