We had agreed since childhood that we would take the college entrance examination to Beijing. Many days after the college entrance examination, he stood in the rain with his head lowered and said, "Jiang Shuying, I'm going to Fudan."
I went to Beijing alone. After graduation, I majored in painting and became a famous editor. While he was in Shanghai, he went abroad. At the high school reunion, he came. His appearance remained the same, but he became a little more mature.
The snow started to fall again, just like it did when I was fifteen.
"Editor Jiang, I have read all the novels you wrote." He suddenly said, "They are all BE."
"Yeah." I kicked the snow on the roadside.
"Why?"
"Because..." I paused and looked up at him, "I can only write BE."
He was silent for a long time and then said with a smile: "Editor Jiang, during the interview you said that the prototypes are all the same person. I wonder which boy deserves the excellent Editor Jiang to like so much?"
My kicking of snow suddenly stopped, and the snow splashed onto my trousers.
But we are all adults, and some words are too heavy. Saying them seems to break the balance he should have, which not only disturbs him, but also makes you look stupid.
"It's been a long time, and I forgot about it." I tried my best to avoid his gaze and looked up at the flying snow in the sky. The snowflakes fell on my eyelashes, giving me a cool feeling. "It's all over."
Later, I was fortunate enough to meet my husband, Fu Xingyao.
The next time we met was at his wedding. My husband Fu Xingyao and I were in the audience. The emcee took the lead in making a fuss for the newlyweds to embrace each other. He smiled wantonly, bent down and buried his head deeply in the bride's neck. The bride also smiled shyly. They were a perfect match.
We smiled and ran in opposite directions towards our respective happiness.
