Ye Mingchu met Pei Chu for the first time at the volunteer service station in the university library. She was holding a stack of crooked old books and almost knocked over the bookshelf. It was he who stretched out his hand to steady the spine of the books, and his fingertips brushed her hot wrist. His voice was softer than the afternoon sun: "Be careful, the books in the third row are centered on the left." She remembered him for a long time that day, but did not dare to ask for his contact information. She only quietly circled his name on the volunteer service form.
The reunion came unexpectedly. Three years later, Ye Mingchu was on a business trip for work. He pushed open the door and entered the conference room of his cooperative company, and when he raised his eyes, he caught Pei Ai's gaze. He was wearing a crisp white shirt, holding the project plan she had just submitted in his hand. His fingertips were resting next to the "details added" she marked. His tone was gentle with her familiarity, but a little more serious: "Manager Ye, maybe we can talk about this data model again - just like in the library, you said the annotations in that old book were very interesting."
It turns out that some encounters were not accidental. It was he who remembered her name and waited for her for three years; it was she who hid the unspoken "thank you" and finally had a sequel when they reunited.
Intention: We missed each other for the first time because we miss each other, and finally we wait until we meet again in time to renew our relationship.