>The teacher in the third grade of junior high school adjusted my seat and gave me, who was number one in grade, to Zhou Yang, a poor student known to the whole school.
>"Xueba Lin, please give me some advice." He pulled my ponytail with a playful smile.
>I slapped the notes on his desk with a cold face: "Stay away from me."
>Later, he climbed over the wall every day to bring me sugar-roasted chestnuts, and he carried me across three streets to the clinic on winter nights.
>The night before the high school entrance examination, he blocked me at the door of the classroom, repeatedly rubbing a letter with his fingertips.
>"Lin Xi, I actually..."
>Before he finished speaking, the dean's flashlight swept over.
>Seven years later, during the company's new employee training, the man in a suit and leather shoes took off his work badge: "Lawyer Lin, long time no see."
>He opened his palms and lay the crumpled letter from back then.
>"Is it too late to say you like it now?"
