At the class reunion during the winter vacation of my sophomore year, I saw Zhou Yu again after a year and a half.
He looked at me through the white mist rising from the hot pot, his eyes darker than before.
Some people asked him why he didn't bring his girlfriend.
He smiled and said we had broken up a long time ago.
Then he turned to me and asked: "I heard that you haven't been in love. Who are you waiting for?"
The whole table fell silent, I held my cup and lowered my head and smiled.
"What are you waiting for? I just haven't found the right one."
After the party, he sent me home.
Under the streetlight, he suddenly grabbed my wrist and said in a hoarse voice:
"Lin Zhi, I have actually kept that letter you wrote to me in sixth grade."
Purpose: Youthful love