When I was ten years old, my brother Lu Yan moved next door. Lin Wei clutched the note he left and cried on the windowsill all afternoon.
Ten years later, Lu Yan came back. At the age of twenty-eight, he is a business elite in the eyes of everyone, while the twenty-year-old Lin Wei is just a blank slate and only dares to approach secretly with the excuse of "giving extra lessons to his best friend".
She gave him flower and fruit tea, repaired his lighter, and folded all the words she dared not say into the stars. He told her, "Children, don't mind adults' business." He kissed her while drunk but called other people's names. He took other girls home for dinner.
She finally decided to let it go. Hand him the jar of stars, turn around and fly eight thousand kilometers away.
Only later did he open the can of stars. The notes were written from when she was ten to twenty, and each one was about his moment. He sat among the broken stars on the ground and realized that he had almost missed someone for ten years.
He started chasing her. Clumsy, jerky, someone who climbs balconies, someone who learns to cook, someone who traveled thousands of kilometers to the mountains to teach with her.
She thought that it was not that he had not seen her before - it was just that the time he saw her was a little later than she thought.
