Spring of Eighteen Years, Not Too Late

At the age of thirty-four, Su Haoran encountered the most difficult client in his career. The other party smiled and rejected all her plans, and then said: "Director Su, it has been eighteen years, and you still like to hide your uneasiness in beautiful PPTs." Only then did she realize that Party A's father, Lu Zhiyang, was the man she had looked up to throughout her youth. In high school, he was the pride of heaven and she was the peeper hiding outside the window. His words, "Find someone better than you to study him," she remembered for half her life. The notebook is full of his daily schedule, habits, and even his refusal to eat coriander - even though they never really met. What she doesn't know is that he remembers the patches on the cuffs of her school uniform, collects her yellowed compositions, and reaches out anonymously for her in every difficult moment. For eighteen years, they walked through the streets of each other's cities, took the same bus, and missed each other in adjacent cafes - like two planets orbiting in infinitely close but never intersecting orbits. Until they reunited at the age of thirty-four, two dust-laden diaries were opened at the same time. It turned out that the light she was looking up to was also looking up at her stubborn back. It turns out that the distance of fifteen cities, the mornings and evenings of three thousand days and nights, all the careful misses are all for the purpose of reaching the top of each other—— Finally, we can refer to each other as "we" instead of "me" and "you". "A little awe-inspiring spirit, a thousand miles of joyful wind." The name given by her grandma, it took her half a life to understand: the best love is not to borrow someone's light, but to become the source of light and then light up the way each other came. Spring of the eighteenth year is not too late.