Lu Chao is a weirdo.
On the day he was admitted to the Mathematics Department of Jingchang University, the whole class applauded, and he didn't even raise his head - he was doing Sudoku. The new deskmate sat next to him. He looked at the other person for 0.7 Seconds, said "ok", and then continued to do the questions.
Su Mu is also a weirdo.
Growing up in a noodle shop, she had an ability that she didn't want to admit - she could tell what the other person was thinking at a glance without the other person having to speak. So she is very tired. Until she met Lu Chao. The things in this man's mind are as clean as a blank sheet of paper. There is no subtext. No dark emotions. She doesn't need to bother "reading" it.
His only puzzlement was that he could calculate the optimal path, the rise and fall of the stock market, and the probability of her getting admitted to Jingchang University - but he couldn't figure out why his heartbeat would stop for three tenths of a second longer when she smiled.
This is a story spanning eighteen years.
From "See you at Jingchang University" in the last row of the senior high school classroom, to the cross-ocean mail at three o'clock in the morning in New York; from a bowl of salty white porridge to a bowl of braised pork with just the right amount of salt. From one person, to two people, to three people.
Some people say this is a sweet article. No. This is just a story about "language" - he uses mathematics to translate love, and she uses paintbrushes to translate him. They have been talking for a lifetime, using fewer words than anyone else.
