Dreaming Back to High School, I Got Married to My First Love

On our seventh wedding anniversary, Lu Yuzhou and I have been in a cold war for three months. On the anniversary day, I prepared a table of dishes and he sent a message saying "work overtime". I cried myself to sleep, and when I woke up I found myself sitting in the senior high school classroom. Next to me is an 18-year-old man, looking at me with the eyes of a 30-year-old—— "Nian Nian, I'm back too." With the memory of our marital crisis, we became roommates again. This time, he confessed to me in public at the sports meeting, secretly held my hand under the desk, and wrote in the exchange diary, "My wife looks really good today." I thought this was the greatest luck. Until many years later, we went to visit Mr. Wang, the retired head teacher. He took out an old box from the cupboard—— Inside is the report letter from that year, with four words written on it: will not be processed. It was a candid photo of us sitting side by side on the rooftop. It's a seating chart with hearts drawn on it. There is another sentence that made me burst into tears instantly: "This boy, from the first day I met him, your daughter is the only one in my heart." It turns out that there was someone who was watching the whole process of what we thought was a secret love. It turns out that he decided earlier than we did that we would reach the end. It turns out that the best teacher in the world is the patron saint of love. —— That day, I cried for ten full minutes at Teacher Wang's house. Lu Yuzhou's eyes were red and he bowed deeply to the teacher. Teacher Wang smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I'm just a nosy old man." On the way home, I asked him: "Lu Yuzhou, why did you ask to be my deskmate back then?" He was silent for three seconds and said: "Because on the first day of school, when you smiled at me, I knew that my life was over."