On her twenty-ninth birthday, Lan Yutong received two gifts.
One is a breakup text message from my boyfriend of seven years: "You deserve better."
One was a repudiation notice for a loan of 500,000 yuan: "Money is tight, please wait for a while."
She stood in front of the rental house window, looking at the lights of the town, and held back her tears.
Good. Being twenty-nine years old and having nothing means that there is nothing left to lose.
Later she went to the provincial capital and started a new life.
Later, she received a text message from the bank: 580,000 yuan.
Remitter: Xia Yang - the man she called "big brother" for seven years.
He said: "You call me big brother, and I will help you. That's right."
But what Lan Yutong doesn't know is——
On that summer evening seven years ago, after she left, a man stood at the train station, looked at her back, and lit a cigarette.
At that time, he thought: This girl is so nice. Too bad it's not his.
He thought he could forget.
He thought he could let it go.
He thought he could stay in the identity of "big brother" for the rest of his life.
It was seven years later that he discovered——
Some people, once you meet them, will never forget them.
Intention: The best love is to rebuild yourself on the ruins and then meet the person waiting for you.