Wang Heye, you said you would wait for me in No. 2! But now why do you have a cold war with me just because I chose early admission? "I clutched the gold-plated early admission notice and blushed at the busy signal on my phone.
The answers to ancient poems he handed me in the examination room ten years ago, the small box he gave me on my birthday, and the promise of "I'll wait for you" under the locust tree are still in front of me, but at this moment, our chat history has always stopped at his cold "Don't regret it."
I thought this was the end of our story, like two parallel lines that briefly intersected and then extended separately after graduation.
Until the list of junior exchange students came down - the destination was his school.
When we met again, he grabbed my wrist and blocked me in the corridor of the office building: "Zhu Sining, why didn't you come to see me? In the past two years, have you never thought of me even once? "
