After He Wuya's father passed away, the family business was taken away by relatives. His mother fell ill and needed long-term treatment. He vacated the house in another place and took his mother back to his grandfather's old house, where he met a neighbor.
Later, his mother's condition worsened and he had to go out of town. He sent a message to his neighbor: "I may have to leave for a while." The neighbor replied: "I'll wait for you here."
Five years later, he moved the company back to his hometown. When the company was recruiting people, he saw a resume. He knew the person in the photo. He looked at it for a long time and said, "This is recorded."
On the day he joined the company, that person received a friend request. The avatar is gray, and the nickname has only one letter: H. H helped him revise his manuscript, urged him to eat, and asked him if he had drank milk.
Until one day, he was blocked in the tea room: "Why is your trumpet called H?" He looked down at him, the tips of his ears turned red: "H means returning home."
The person I met when I was seventeen met again five years later.
We meet again after a long absence, and this time we don't have to leave again.
Reader comments
After reading the first 10 chapters, I never put my mouth down.
The way He Wuya was clumsy in moving the boxes, the way he squatted in front of the washing machine and struggled with the machine, the way he looked serious even when the noodles were overcooked - Lu Xiangyang was watching, laughing, and teaching him over and over again. Washing machine is taught three times, cooking noodles is taught twice, and sewing buttons is taught once. He said "because you are teaching".
I was laughing when Lu Xiangyang made a small stool in return, and I was laughing when he handed over the candied osmanthus. When he said "It's agreed," my heart suddenly felt slightly pinched.
These two doors, an osmanthus tree and a low wall. One is teaching and the other is learning. One is talking and the other is listening. Lu Xiangyang always felt that He Wuya "seemed sad", but he never asked why. He just knocked on the door with a plate of watermelon, and he keeps knocking to this day.
The sweetness in the first 10 chapters is the sweetness of the sweet-scented osmanthus just sealed in the jar, with a bit of green sourness.
After reading the first 10 chapters, I never put my mouth down. The way He Wuya was clumsy in moving the boxes, the way he squatted in front of the washing machine and struggled with the machine, the way he looked serious even when the noodles were overcooked - Lu Xiangyang was watching, laughing, and teaching him over and over again. Washing machine is taught three times, cooking noodles is taught twice, and sewing buttons is taught once. He said "because you are teaching". I was laughing when Lu Xiangyang made a small stool in return, and I was laughing when he handed over the candied osmanthus. When he said "It's agreed," my heart suddenly felt slightly pinched. These two doors, an osmanthus tree and a low wall. One is teaching and the other is learning. One is talking and the other is listening. Lu Xiangyang always felt that He Wuya "seemed sad", but he never asked why. He just knocked on the door with a plate of watermelon, and he keeps knocking to this day. The sweetness in the first 10 chapters is the sweetness of the sweet-scented osmanthus just sealed in the jar, with a bit of green sourness.