Cheng Mingqiu, a sophomore in the Department of Chemistry, saw a line of blue ballpoint pen annotations on "Selected Novels of Chekhov" he borrowed from the library.
"Chekhov didn't write about love, he wrote about tiredness."
He didn't know the person who wrote it. But he replied at the footer: "I don't think I'm tired."
The book was returned and borrowed again, and there were new pencil words under the blue words. Return and borrow again, blue letters and pencil letters grow alternately, from Chekhov to Nabokov, from the blank pages of the book to the same table in reality.
Cen Zhen, a sophomore in the Chinese Department, sat across from him. The two of them were reading their own books, exchanging thoughts after a long time.
They get to know each other through books, learn to talk through comments, and are moved by the proximity of their seats. Later, Cen Neng applied for an exchange in the UK. Cheng Mingqiu stuffed a copy of "Lover" into his bag at the airport, with four words written on the title page: One year later.
A year later, Cen Nie came back with the British version of Chekhov's Dramas. There is a line of blue words on the title page: Everything has just begun.
Cheng Mingqiu opened the book, took out a pencil, and wrote at the bottom: Then I'll lend it to you.
——They still have a lot of time.
Such true love only comes once in a lifetime
