When Xu Nan opened the door of the "Qiandu" coffee shop for the first time, she just wanted to drink a cup of coffee. She had just been prescribed medication for mood disorders in the hospital, and the doctor told her to drink less, but she still came.
The store manager behind the bar, Chu Moxi, glanced at her and said, "Okay. But I'll make it lighter for you."
Not because of her medical records - they were in the deepest part of the canvas bag and had never been opened. It was because of her shoulders when she walked in, her fingers tightening the strap of the canvas bag, and her slightly averted eyes in front of the bar. Chu Moxi remembered this from that day on. Remember that she has a gray-white British shorthair, remember that she has homework extensions, and remember that the corner of her left eye moves first when she is nervous.
They are studying the same major at the same university. Xu Nan was a sophomore and ranked first in her major. She borrowed an unread English monograph from the library and renewed it four times. Chu Moxi, a senior in college, was in the top 2% of her grades. She worked on a photovoltaic project with her tutor, and took the competition prize money to buy a coffee shop with ginkgo trees outside the north gate of the school. When Chu Moxi discovered that Xu Nan could discuss gate resistors and full-bridge LLC resonant topology with her, she stopped adjusting the oscilloscope probe and asked, "Do you want to help me with the experiment?"
This laboratory later became the first entry point into their life together. Here they measured hundreds of sets of waveforms, said "Cause of death: my mistake" to the burnt chip, shared glutinous rice balls at the winter solstice, used multimeters, coffee machines and the old tree that had lost a whole street of ginkgo leaves to complete a mutual approach that no one had revealed first. It was so close that Chu Moxi replied to Xu Nan's "I'll wash the cup and return it to you" emoji of a star after finishing the PPT at 1 a. M. It was so close that when Xu Nan replied, there was only one line of draft that was repeatedly crossed out, and finally he wrote only five words - "Me too. Okay."
One is a person who is used to not explaining, and the other is a person who is used to not asking questions. The two people who were both holding on bumped into each other, and found that the other's arms were as stiff as their own - but they were holding each other just as firmly.
Intention: Love is not salvation, it is two complete people seeing each other