Xu Zhenghua died at Song Danyang's wedding. It's not his wedding, it's hers and someone else's. After three minutes of cardiac arrest, he saw two lifetimes - the first one in which he was indifferent, and the one where she waited for more than ten years to die. In the second life, she broke off the engagement and moved further and further away. He stood there, not daring to pursue her even a step.
When he opened his eyes again, he returned to the family home of the military region in the late 1980s. Eighteen years old. She hasn't come yet. He cleaned up a south room that was full of clutter - painted the walls, cleaned the windows, made the bed, and put a pot of geraniums. She is afraid of the cold, and this room faces south. He pressed a note on the table with crooked words: "I'll call you when dinner is ready."
She stood at the door holding an old canvas bag, staring at the white wall, the potted flowers, and the pair of slippers placed beside the bed, and was stunned for a long time. The door is unlocked. She pushed open the door and went in, placing the dictionary next to the cream. The smell of onions was strong in the kitchen, and Xu Zhenghua pretended to watch the news broadcast in the living room, holding the remote control very hot.
In this life, he will never let her wait again. Not even for a second.
