The name that lasted throughout his youth - Xu Chu, eventually became a silent name in his memory.
At the age of seventeen, he broke into her quiet world with a radiance.
Cups of iced oolong tea are the hottest thing in midsummer.
Until the storm hit her in her senior year of high school, his indifference and alienation, like an invisible sharp blade, cut her former pride and achievements into pieces.
That sentence "it doesn't matter" completely crushed the youthful dream.
Ten years are enough to turn everything upside down.
In the hustle and bustle of the class reunion, she was the only one absent, and she had become the protagonist in other people's stories——
"She is married to a civil servant. She just got married two years ago and just gave birth to a child this year."
He thought this was the end, until he was caught off guard and reunited with her.
In the cold air of Beijing, she held her child and whispered softly.
A man walked towards them naturally, put her hand into his warm pocket, and took the weight of her arms.
A "Dad" outlines a perfect world that he can never intervene in.
She turned back and her eyes met his. There was only a calm unfamiliarity in those eyes that he had once been so familiar with.
"Chuchu? Do you know this person?" The man asked.
He heard her answer clearly. Those three words put an end to his ten-year regret:
"I don't know."
——The oolong tea he gave away that summer was finally lost this winter.
And he has lost the qualification to even ask "How are you?"
