When he was five years old, he fell from a tree, and when she was three years old, she blew into his lap. He said it didn't hurt anymore. In fact, it hurt like hell, but he remembered that breath for twenty-three years.
They are next-door neighbors, childhood sweethearts, and two people who everyone thinks will "get together sooner or later." But later, she was taken to Shanghai by her parents, and he stayed in Suzhou. Three hundred kilometers, three years, and more than a hundred letters.
She waited for his letter. He tried his best to get to her city. She picked him up at the train station holding a crooked piece of cardboard, and he walked through the crowd to her.
The first thing she said was: "I've missed you for three years."
This is a story about waiting, rushing and never letting go. From 1978 to 1993, from bluestone alleys to bustling Shanghai, from mud at the age of five to silver rings at the age of 23. Morning glory bloomed season after season. They got separated and quarreled, but they never really separated.
Because some people have been identified with you for a lifetime from the day they blew on you for the first time.
——Do you believe it or not? The heartbeat of a five-year-old can also last a lifetime.
