My name is Lin Qingxu. My mother said that this name is a promise of purity. But in my life, I have only made a promise to one man - that annoying guy who was lying on the wall and called me "Lin Xiaoxu".
Jiang Ye is the person who deserves the most beatings I have ever seen. He snatched my popsicles, pulled my ponytail, and when I couldn't climb a tree, he would spread his arms and shout: "Jump, I'll catch you." I thought he would continue to make trouble like this for the rest of his life.
When he was fifteen years old, he said he wanted to be a soldier. "Three years, just three years." He threw me a marble and said, "Keep it until I come back."
Three years later, what was waiting for him was not the news of his retirement. People in the army said that he later became an undercover police officer. After his identity was exposed, he was tortured and desperately fled to the border of the motherland. He finally fell down just one step away from the boundary monument.
My mother couldn't bear to see me in a daze all the time, so she forcibly changed my mobile phone number. On the day I turned on the phone, I received an automatic text message from the bank—the last number was 7427, which was Jiang Ye's bank card number that he had used for ten years.
I logged into his email tremblingly and tried my birthday for the password. In the inbox, there are 37 drafts that have never been sent in the past three years.
The last letter was dated three days before his accident:
"Lin Xiaoxu, I like you. I have liked you since the summer when you gave me the first ice cream. I have liked you for fourteen years and I don't dare to say a word. But if I don't say it now, I'm afraid I won't have a chance."
He wrote "I like you" for three years, but he didn't dare to send a single letter. And when I found out, he couldn't hear it anymore.
This is a story about missing and saying goodbye. Some people spend three years secretly falling in love, and some people spend a lifetime remembering them.
Intention: You three years from now