He is her senior brother. Department of Physics, same laboratory.
During the research group meeting, she was sitting in the corner, her hand holding the pen was very beautiful, and she looked at him with hot eyes.
After the report, he looked up and met those eyes - the stoicism that had been practiced in the laboratory for many years was completely shattered.
Later she asked: "When did you start liking me?"
He said: "When you hit the pen."
She was stunned, it was a small movement she made when she was nervous.
He later forgot everything he said, only remembering the hand.
…
They loved each other for three years.
The laboratory late at night, the rooftop in the early morning, and the empty classroom during the holidays.
When the fever is at its peak, they think love can be eaten.
How the fire was put out later was never mentioned again.
…
Later, he was in a bar in a foreign country and saw the hand at the end of the bar.
Slender and fair, the posture of holding the wine glass has not changed.
He walked over.
He couldn't remember what happened next.
I only remember her temperature and her breathing.
The next morning, the sun was glaring and the sheets were empty.
The smell of unfamiliar perfume lingers in the air.
There is a note on the bedside:
"Professor Xue, you still admitted the wrong person."
Below, is a mobile phone number.
…
He looked at it for a long time.
There was no name on that note.
He hadn't dialed that string of numbers in fourteen years.
But he remembers.
Remember every number.
Intention: work hard
