From Chengdu to Beijing, from the age of fourteen to the age of twenty-five, from secret love to dependence. It took me eight years to catch up with the man who was thirteen years older than me but never dared to approach me. In eighteen years, he grew from a homeless boy to my strongest supporter.
Time is so slow that every like takes years to calculate. Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, we have gone from "see you next week" to "see you every day."
"Brother Zixuan, do you like Beijing?"
"I like it."
It turned out that from the beginning, he liked more than just that city.
This is a story about waiting and growing up. Not all secret loves have an echo, but this time, time gives us the best answer - everything lost will come back in another way; and all the waiting with heart will eventually be treated tenderly by the years.
