Shen Nian waited for ten years.
No one knew who she was waiting for. She was notoriously cold in the hospital. She walked without squinting and spoke sparingly. The intern called her Iceberg Goddess behind her back, but she didn't bother to respond. It's not that I hold it on purpose, it's just that I'm not naturally warm.
Only she knew that there was an old iron box hidden in the deepest part of the drawer. Inside was a high school photo with two words written on the back: Wait for me.
Lu Chen is back.
After aiding Africa for three years, he stood on the stage to share while she sat in the audience. The mobile phone in her hand fell to the ground, and she bent down to pick it up. When she straightened up, her eyes were red.
But he didn't come to her, and she didn't come to him.
When they met by chance in the cafeteria, he silently pushed the plate away from her; when they were alone in the elevator, he blocked her behind with his hand; in the duty room late at night, he brought a glass of milk and said, "I bought an extra glass." She took it and wanted to say something, but he had already left.
He didn't dare to get close because he was afraid that she would have forgotten him; she didn't dare to speak because she was afraid that these ten years were just wishful thinking.
Until one day, she saw a photo that had been stored in his phone for ten years - it was her back.
Tiantai confessed, he said he had liked her for thirteen years, and she said she had been waiting for him for ten years. The wind was strong, but neither of us felt cold.
Later, they faced concealment, family, and emotional problems together. Finally, at the gate of the school where they parted, under the sycamore tree, he said to her: "I'm still in the old place."
After ten years of waiting in both directions, the flowers of the high mountains melted for him alone.
Intention: Waiting in both directions, time will not let down the sincerity
