Song Deng recognized him during the Valentine's Day blind date.
In fact, he didn't even recognize it. When the introducer sent the photo, she only thought it looked familiar. Ten years have passed, who will still remember the boy in the back row of high school who always lowered his head to read a book.
She was ten minutes late for the meeting.
The moment she sat down, she suddenly remembered——
Zhou Huai. She sat behind her in the senior year of high school, ranked first in science and comprehensive grades, but failed in Chinese all the time. She taught him about composition, and he lent her his physics notes to copy.
Later, she went to the Chinese Department. Where he went, she didn't know.
The blind date chat was very dull.
He works on algorithms in a research institute and works with data every day; she is a freelance novelist who writes stories about ordinary people. Her sales are average, but she is enough to support herself.
She added a WeChat message when the show was over, and she thought that was the end of the matter.
Two weeks later, he sent a message:
"I bought your previous book."
She didn't care.
Another week later, he asked: "I don't understand the details in Chapter 3."
She froze. It was a very inconspicuous plot - a boy helped a girl repair a bicycle.
"Because I repaired bikes for people in the back," he said.
Song Deng stared at the screen for a long time.
During self-study in the evening of her senior year of high school, her bicycle chain fell off. Someone helped her fix it, but she couldn't even see her face clearly.
Later they started chatting off and on.
She stayed up late to catch up on the manuscript, and he wrote the project book late at night; while she was writing, he cooked her a bowl of noodles.
When they met again, he handed her a composition book with old text. On the title page is her annotation from that year.
He said: "I keep all the compositions you corrected for me before."
"Later, I got 127 in Chinese language in the college entrance examination."
He paused and added:
"At that time, I thought about whether I should take the exam in the city where you are."
——Then they got together.
Just an ordinary day.
She writes the stories and he makes the algorithms.
He remembered all her humble words, and there was always his shadow in the stories she wrote.
[Novel Author × Algorithm Engineer]
[He remembered all the little things about her, but she found out later.
Intention: The steady flow of love and companionship in ordinary life