That Year the Evening Wind Did Not Deliver the Letter

That summer, Hai Feng remembered all the secrets and witnessed the quietest farewell. Lin Xiaoman was seventeen years old and started to leak after his father left. When she traveled half a province and saw another girl drowning in his arms at the school gate of Chenyu, the world finally fell silent. No questions, no tears. On the day when the college entrance examination ended, she deleted all her contact information and gently erased herself from the world of five people. Like a drop of water returning to the sea of ​​people. Six years later, the sycamore leaves fell and grew again. She became an English teacher at her alma mater, guarding the familiar campus and living a quiet life. Until that day, when she walked out of the school with the lesson plan in her arms, the setting sun melted gold, and five familiar figures stood in the halo. Chen Yu stepped forward and took the heavy textbook in her hand, his eyes as deep as before: "Lin Xiaoman," he called her, his voice filled with six years of time, "Can we have dinner together?" Later, he always liked to wait in the corridor outside her classroom. When someone asked, he smiled and replied: "Waiting for a long-lost spring." [Six years after you and I said goodbye, youth suddenly restarted.