Xia Zhiyin traveled through time, during the exciting finals week.
She just took a few glances at the second-hand book she found. She had just sighed that the original owner's name was nice and the handwriting was particularly beautiful. The next second, the cold wind blew fallen leaves and hit Xia Zhiyin's face.
She returned to ten years ago.
Ten years ago, college students still used flip phones. Xia Zhiyin knew nothing about this era. She only felt strange and familiar, and a little confused.
She walked aimlessly on campus, trying to find an anchor point where she could go back, but she bumped into someone on the campus trail.
The moment she raised her eyes, Xia Zhiyin met a pair of clean and cold eyes, and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated. She has a thin figure, cold eyebrows, and a distant temperament, as quiet as the evening breeze.
Xia Zhiyin accidentally called out the name she had just seen: "Qiu Wenyue."
"You know me?"
Xia Zhiyin took out a mint-flavored candy from her pocket, with a bright and bright smile: "My name is Xia Zhiyin, make a friend."
Xia Zhiyin discovered that she had the ability to travel through time. She could intermittently travel back through time and space through the diary sandwiched in a second-hand book, and participate in Qiu Wenyue's youth.
……
Qiu Wenyue is in love.
She was with the girl who always pestered her.
But she always appears and disappears suddenly.
Until one day, Xia Zhiyin disappeared completely, as if she had never existed.
Qiu Wenyue counted the days and waited for her to come back.
Half a year, one year, ten years.
She has never been heard from.
Qiu Wenyue hated Xia Zhiyin.
……
Until one rainy night many years later, Qiu Wenyue once again picked up Xia Zhiyin on the roadside. She was soaked and embarrassed, but she smiled brightly.
Qiu Wenyue began to wonder if everything they had experienced was just a dream.
But Xia Zhiyin's opening remarks were so familiar: "My name is Xia Zhiyin. I'm glad to meet you again."
Qiu Wenyue sneered, "Do we know each other?"
Intention: Paper is short but love is long
