Five years ago, she was a strange girl who sent him messages every day.
"Good morning." "Good night." "I failed in the exam today, and you comfort me like a robot."
He spoke very little, and would only reply with an occasional "hmm" and then send a hand-drawn sunset.
Until one day, she sent her last message:
"I'm going to a place without internet, good night."
Then disappeared without a trace.
Five years later, Lin Zhixu was admitted to the Department of Architecture of T University.
On the first day of registration, she crashed a senior's graduation project model.
The senior raised his head with a cold face and eyes that could freeze people into ice slag.
When she scanned the QR code to add WeChat, she saw his phone case——
A hand-painted starry sky, exactly the same as that person's painting five years ago.
And his first sentence was:
"I'll see you in the model room at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon. Compensation or social death, it's your choice."
He didn't know that the person who said good morning and good night to him every day five years ago was now in front of him.
She didn't know that he waited for her for a year and sent messages for a year until the account was cancelled.
This is a story about "I thought you forgot, but in fact you have been waiting for five years."
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