When Chen Yaonian was eighty years old, his wife Su Jinshu passed away.
Everyone cried except him.
It's not that I'm not sad - it's fifty-five years of emotion that I can't hold in my tears.
He began to dream, and the dreams were all about things from his youth: popsicles by the river, the unfinished novel, and the corners of her mouth raised when she said, "What's the point of writing a program?"
In the last dream, she stood on the boat drifting farther and farther away, crying for him to go back.
He jumped into the water to catch up, his life span was disappearing little by little, and he didn't care.
After catching up, the moment the two embraced each other, the millstone of time dropped the golden sand——
They went back to 1999, when they were twenty-five years old.
He is an engineer who has been working in AI all his life, and she is a Chinese teacher who has been teaching all her life.
He knows the direction of every technological revolution in the next fifty years, and she has decades of classics in her mind.
He wants to build a technological empire, and she wants to be a writer that she has never been in this life.
But the most important thing is——
Those nice words she owed her in her previous life, those romances she never had, and those "pretty good" feelings that have been hidden for a lifetime -
This time, he wanted to say it sentence by sentence.
