Winters in Zurich are long. The water of the Limmat River is grey-green and snow falls from November to April. Shen Jinghuai has lived here for three years and learned one thing -
Don't cross the bridge alone after dark. The wind is too strong and will blow away all the sounds.
But she was always the last to leave the lab. The motion control code was changed to three o'clock in the morning, and the coffee on hand was cold and refilled, and then refilled and cold.
Then there was a knock on the door. Not the door to the lab, but the door to her apartment.
Shen Yi stood at the door, holding a bag of hot buns bought from an Asian supermarket.
He didn't talk to her or rush her, he just put the bag in her hand, waited for her to finish, and then said, "Let's go, I'll take you back to bed."
He sent her many times. The fifteen-minute journey from the laboratory to the apartment passed through two streets, a bridge, and a broken street lamp that had not been repaired for a long time.
He never talks much. She didn't say anything either.
But then she discovered that the broken street lamp on the road where he sent her had been repaired.
Later she discovered that he remembered all the little things about her. What brand of yogurt does she like to drink? When she changes the code, she bites the cap of her pen. When she is nervous, she touches her left earlobe with her left hand.
He never said he liked her. But he waited two years. It started from the moment she looked up at him when she connected the wrong line in the lab during her junior year, until she got the offer from ETH in her senior year, and when she walked out of the arrival gate of Zurich Airport.
She never said she liked him. But she was writing her paper in his old sweatshirt,
