When he was seven years old, Ye Qinghe was sent to his aunt's house in an industrial city in another province to spend the summer vacation.
In the evening at the family home, there were old deck chairs by the river, orange soda distributed by the factory, and the boy next door who always left a bottle for her. That was the sweetest summer in her memory.
At the age of twenty-four, Ye Qinghe was urged to go on a blind date in his flower shop.
The other party's name is Xie Yanci, 26 years old, new energy project director of the automobile group. Calm, restrained, polite and distant, as if he were just going through the motions.
She didn't know that he recognized her at first sight.
He didn't say that all these years he had been looking for the little girl with braids who was lying on the window sill on the second floor of her aunt's house, drinking soda.
He hid all the turbulence in the details: remembering what she said casually, preparing for the taste of her nostalgia, using the most clumsy way, getting closer little by little.
Until she accidentally mentioned the industrial city of her childhood, the river in front of her aunt's house, and the old-fashioned factory soda in glass bottles.
He was silent for a moment and his voice was slightly hoarse: "That little girl who comes here every summer to drink soda is you."
It turns out that all the reunions after long separation in this world are all planned and cherished for a long time.
