During the summer vacation when I was eight years old, I was in the countryside of Hancheng. Lin Ruoxi was pressing water to wash her feet at the well at the entrance of the village. A boy on a bicycle rushed down the slope and splashed a load of well water. He turned around and said, "The water in this well is really cold."
He is Zhou Yanshen, the grandson of Granny Huang next door. He came from the city to the countryside to spend his summer vacation. He can play the guitar, tell stories about the city, and look into people's eyes when they smile. Every summer after that, Ruoxi waited for him.
In junior high school, she was admitted to the best school in the city and became roommates with him. He taught her about rational numbers, linear equations of one variable, and congruent triangles. He stayed an extra twenty minutes after school, and then went to the school gate to buy all the cakes, one for each person.
"Take the exam to No. 1 Middle School," he said, "Together."
She nodded.
During the summer vacation of her freshman year of high school, her parents suddenly took her to Guangzhou. She only had time to slip a letter under the door of his grandmother's house. Then the old account was shut down, QQ was stolen, and the two people completely lost contact.
He is looking for her. She was thinking about him.
Many years later, Zhou Yanshen became an original musician. His songs were all about mountains, rice fields, well water and the chirping of cicadas. Lin Ruoxi works as a backstage coordinator at a performance venue in Guangzhou. She knows the dates and cities of every tour he performs, but she never fails to show up.
Until that tour, his venue happened to be hers.
During the rehearsal, she wore a work badge and a mask and handed over the schedule, but he didn't answer it. He stared into her eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Lin Ruoxi, why is your phone number so hard to find?"
