When he was eight years old, under the sycamore tree, Lu Jianshen said, "When I grow up, I will marry you."
In the midsummer when I was fourteen years old, he put a daisy silver bracelet that he hammered with his own hands on my wrist. The young man's fingertips were hot.
At the age of eighteen, he went to the border and melted the silver bracelet into two halves. The mountains and rivers served as evidence and the half bracelet served as an alliance.
At the age of twenty-one, I received the news of his sacrifice, with only half a cold silver bracelet left in my arms.
Until three years later, I bumped into a strange man teaching children to read in a bamboo house in the southwest border. His brows were calm, and half a circle of silver light was faintly exposed under the old cloth wrapped around his wrist.
I tremblingly lifted up half of my bracelet. The daisy pattern on the cracks fit tightly with the one on his wrist.
The way he looked at me was full of unfamiliar vigilance.
"Comrade, do we know each other?"
The mountains and rivers remain the same, and the oath is like silver. It's just that the person who promised to marry me forgot where he came from and forgot about me.
And I chose to hold on to the remaining half of the bracelet and walk towards him - this time, it was me who would mend the broken memories and forge a new life for us.
