The Wind of the Sixth Year

(Text has ended) For Wen Tang, Zhou Yan was the most special one among her "cousin's friends" - he would help her pass the game, give her an umbrella on rainy days, and draw a clumsy smile when she failed in an exam. Those moments that she regarded as "hands-on help" concealed his long wait since he was 14 years old. It took her many years to realize that this boy, who was six years older than her, had already quietly integrated into her life. From school uniforms to suits, from the chirping of cicadas in the old alleys to the neon lights of the city, he always stood not far away, waiting for her to grow up and wait for her to look back. When she finally understood his tenderness hidden in the details, she realized that some companionship was never a coincidence, but that he spent his entire youth paving a road to each other.