As Long as You Are Safe Every Year, Even If You Are Not Seen Alive,

When the sycamore leaves fell on the playground at the age of seventeen, Mu Niansheng met Xu Zhian for the first time. He is a dazzling young man sweating on the basketball court. A corner of his white shirt is lifted by the wind, and the sun falls on the corners of his raised mouth, as if the whole summer has been rubbed into it. She always secretly drew him by the window of the studio. The pencil outlined the arc of his shooting, and the eraser erased and redrawn the profile of his face, hiding the girl's unspoken thoughts. Later, they became classmates. He would borrow her math notes and quietly pass notes to her when she was stuck with questions. They would walk side by side along the long sycamore path on the way to school, making their shadows grow long. But youth always hides unexpected partings. An accident caused Xu Zhian to transfer schools suddenly without leaving a word of farewell. Mu Niansheng locked the album filled with his paintings into a drawer, thinking that time would dilute everything. Many years later, at a class reunion, she saw a familiar figure outside the crowd. He had lost his youthful youthfulness, and his brows and eyes were more composed. He paused slightly when his eyes glanced at her, but finally looked away. It turns out that some people have exhausted all their luck when they met, and after separation, they can only look at each other across a sea of ​​people. Mu Niansheng clenched the coffee cup in his hand and said softly in his heart: Xu Zhian, as long as you are safe every year, it doesn't matter even if we never see you again in this life.