When he was six years old, Shen Xubai climbed over the low wall and gave Lin Shutong a popsicle.
For the next twelve years, they were neighbors, classmates, and deskmates.
She wrote the title in the third row, and he drew her in the last row.
At the breakfast shop in Dukou Lane, I ate two bowls of scallion noodles from early autumn to midsummer. The noodles were cold and I didn't say anything.
He said he would go to Beining together in the future. She didn't answer, but wrote this sentence in her diary.
When the rainy season came, he gave her his umbrella and stuffed the sketchbook in which he had drawn her profile into her schoolbag.
Three days before the college entrance examination, he left a note in the hole in her desk.
Later, she fell off that "bridge", deleted his contact information, and went south.
He waited in Ferry Lane for a week and ate three bowls of noodles until the string of numbers in the receiver became empty.
Ten years later, he became a painter, and in the center of the exhibition hung a painting called "Seventeen-Year-Old Rain".
There was no misunderstanding or betrayal between them, just a river and a ferry that never waited for the boat.
When the boat came, no one got on first.
As for the ferry, there is no boat from now on.
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