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In the fall of his sophomore year, Yu Bo met Lu Songping at a project matching meeting.
My deskmate before and after high school said, "Long time no see."
Ten years later, he sat at the same table again. He sat across the conference table with his shirt cuffs rolled up twice.
At the end of the meeting, he passed her and said, "Variables recommended for review."
She said "Okay."
Later he came to see her experimental blueberry plot. Squatting on the ridge of the field, he imitated her and cultivated the soil, but he pressed too hard. She pushed his hand away: "Be gentle, the roots will break."
He said nothing. I didn't even wipe the dirt off my fingers.
Yu Bo suddenly remembered something.
Every now and then, there are more preserved fruits in the stomach of the high school table. She asked who it was, but no one answered, so she ate it.
Chenpi and black plum strips.
I've had it for three years and I don't know who put it there.
She squatted on the ridge of the field and pressed the soil tightly against a blueberry seedling.
"Lu Songping."
"Yeah."
"You put those preserved fruits in there."
He didn't say yes or no. He dusted off the fallen nutrient soil, stood up, and walked toward the other side of the field.
Yu Bo squatted on the spot. The leaves of the blueberry seedlings swayed gently in the wind.
Ten years.
She only noticed it recently. The way he rolls up his sleeves is exactly the same as in high school.
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