On the first day he transferred to another school, Lin Zhi did two things that shocked the whole school - he was late and ran into Shen Du's arms.
The whole school knew that Shen Du was the hardest to get close to. But that day, he was thrown into the arms of this red-faced transfer student. Not only did he not hide, he even said it "hurt very much" and asked her to accompany him to the infirmary. Everyone thought it was an accident. Only Shen Du knew otherwise.
Ten years ago, in front of the merry-go-round at the amusement park, he took off the safety rope that his mother had knitted and put it on the hand of a crying little girl. She said, "Let's take a photo so that we can still remember her even if we are separated." He said, "Then we agreed, you can't forget me." She said "yes" - and then forgot about it for ten years.
And Shen Du has been waiting.
From the cup of water at the perfect temperature on the classroom table at 6:30 in the morning, to the unsigned problem-solving tips on the draft paper; from the extra ribs on the dining plate, to every sticky note with a smiling face on it - he broke the ten years of tenderness into the most inconspicuous pieces and put them where she could see day by day.
Until Lin Zhi turned over the yellowed Polaroid in his desk. In the photo, her seven-year-old self was holding on to the corner of his clothes, and the safety rope on her wrist was exactly the same as the way he was looking at her at the moment. She finally remembered.
"It doesn't matter if you don't remember. I'll keep waiting anyway," he said.
"I won't forget this time." She replied.
For ten years, he hid everything without leaking. She answered with red eyes at the late recognition. It turns out that there is really a kind of love in this world that can withstand a person's slowly thinking about it.
