After the Scumbag Stood up for Me, a Sweet Time Began

In junior high school, Jiang Zhiyi and Shen Guan were the two silent icebergs on campus. One uses fractions to build a fortress of solitude at the top of the grade, while the other uses lines in his sketchbook to outline the uninhabited land. They met in winter, in the quiet afternoon in the library, and became the only people in each other's world who understood the "cold" temperature. At that time, I thought that this tacit understanding would last forever. But the cruelest truth about youth is: most "forever" ends in the summer of graduation. Seven years later, a top business exchange conference was held in Shanghai. She attended as a corporate representative, wearing a custom-made suit, and her speech was logical and dazzling. He was invited as an independent designer and sat in the back row to continue sketching the unfilled shadows of the year. The dynamics, light and shadow of the entire venue flowed through his pen. The aftertaste becomes wine, and the years become poetry. ——Parting is for a better encounter "I still remember your first appearance. And I love even more now that we have carved each other out. "