The cold forensic doctor Lin Wan VS the persistent detective Song Ye. Youth is a long wait.
It was a very ordinary day. In the second grade of high school, he transferred to another school and sat next to me. He had a white T-shirt, a short haircut, and a schoolbag slung over one shoulder. He asked me what the introduction to forensic science was about, and I said my mother's. The next morning, there was an extra mint candy on the corner of the table. Wrapped in transparent cellophane, it shines brightly in the sunlight.
For many years, he kept putting candies on the corner of my desk. Keep saying "Soon". The locust tree has sprouted, and he said he would come back when it grows leaves again. The leaves fell and grew again. He came back and left again. The ring was bought, the note was written, and he said, "This time we are really on the way."
The last time we saw him, he was lying on the dissecting table. I cut him open with my own hands. Eleven colored sugar beads were found in his stomach - they were sprinkled on the matcha cake I made for him three months ago. He said, "You will make them for me every year from now on." There was also a bone, the bone of a nine-week-old fetus. Our children. He didn't know that child existed. I don't know either.
He's been late all his life. Spring is late, the locust tree is late, and the ring is late. He said "I'm on my way", and he was really on my way. It's just that the road was too long and he didn't finish it.
"Song Ye, can you please stop making me wait."
"Want to wait. Until he comes."
That spring when he came late.
I finally didn't have to wait any longer.
