When she was twenty-nine years old, Su Yu met a person she shouldn't love in Zhangqiu.
He is forty-two years old, has been married for fifteen years, and his daughter is in her senior year of high school.
Even though she knew she shouldn't get close, she still took the two-hour high-speed train from other provinces to see him again and again - the seventy-five ticket stubs were all the courage she had saved up in two years.
She said: "The snow in Zhangqiu is so beautiful, but it's a pity that I can't catch it."
Then delete the chat history and completely disappear from this city
Two years later, he finally became free and sent a message telling her: "I'm divorced."
There were only six words in the reply: "Uncle, I'm married." Later every year when it started snowing, someone would cook two cups of Tieguanyin in the high-rise apartment in Zhangqiu.
Drink one cup by yourself and put one cup on the opposite side, from hot to cold.
More than twenty years later, he is still waiting for that cup of tea to cool down.
——It took her two years to rush, and he spent the rest of his life remembering it.
