There Was Someone Waiting Here

At the wedding, he married a well-matched daughter of the Lu family. I stood in the corner and brewed a pot of Biluochun for him. The water temperature was 80 degrees. He took a sip and his Adam's apple rolled. Across the entire table, that was the only thing that belonged to me at the entire wedding. My name is Ji Qinghe, and I come from a scholarly family in Suzhou. He is Shen Yanting, the grandson of Shen's eldest son in Beijing, and he has been trained as a successor since he was a child. We met under the ginkgo tree outside the red wall, and he said: "Books don't lie." I said: "You can't do it either, right?" He didn't answer. Later, he chased me to a guest house in a sandstorm in Hebei Province, held my hand and said, "You are here, and I don't want you to leave." Later, on the pedal boat in Houhai, he said: "Let's be together." Later, his grandfather put the purple sand cup on the table: "The tea is good, but the water is wrong." Later, the pot of tea at the engagement party was completely cold. I poured the tea leaves into the trash can, washed the pot, put it back on the tea tray, and walked out of the Diaoyutai. He chased me into the corridor and called me to stop. I stopped and didn't look back. Shen Yanting, ask me if I am afraid that I will get hurt if I am with you. I'm afraid. But I'm more afraid of missing out. But now I know - you can't even let me miss the opportunity. Many years later, he was transferred to the south, his temples were stained with frost, and he never remarried. A friend asked him if he regretted it. He said: "The scar on my palm was raised by her for me." "In these years, I have only sent her one thing - Biluochun every year before Ming Dynasty. The water temperature is 80 degrees, and I measured it with my own hands." Some people are destined to become each other's past. But becoming the past does not mean that it has never been had.