In my senior year of high school, I was the worry-free kid in the eyes of my teacher, while he was the top grader in the grade who was rumored to be reclusive and unruly.
A "secret counseling" that no one knew about made us the only exceptions in each other's youth.
On the night after the college entrance examination, he held my hand under the street lamp and only said: "Lin Qingwan, wait for me."
Then he disappeared for five years.
Five years later, the company was acquired.
When the new boss came down from the stage, everyone called him "Mr. Shen."
Only I know that five years ago, he was wearing an old T-shirt and was covered in oil stains, telling me math problems in a dilapidated tube building.
In the company tea room, he blocked me in a corner and said in a low voice:
"Lin Qingwan, I'm back to fulfill my promise.
