When Shen Qingge rented that old house, he didn't know who lived upstairs. She only knew that at seven o'clock every morning, the buzz of the grinder would be heard from upstairs, followed by the aroma of coffee wafting down from the ventilation ducts. Until that rainy night, in the stairwell where there was a power outage, a hand held the takeout box that she almost knocked over. "Be careful." The man's voice was gentle in the darkness, "Your Malatang is going to spill."
Later, Shen Qingge discovered that this neighbor named Gu Yanchen would "just happen" to go downstairs to take out the trash when she came home late from overtime work, and would use a flashlight to illuminate the keyhole in front of her door; he would "buy more" of her favorite creamy strawberries and hang them on her doorknob; and when she caught a cold, he would slip a handwritten medication reminder and a bowl of warm vegetable porridge under the door.
But what she didn't know was that in the drawer of Gu Yanchen's desk, there was a junior high school graduation photo from twelve years ago. In the photo, the girl with a ponytail is standing on the far left of the third row, smiling with two small tiger teeth. And it took him twelve full years to finally reach a place where she could see him.
