On the first day of school in the second year of high school, Shen Yushi put a box of milk on Jiang Xun's desk.
"The class representatives gave out too many."
Jiang Xun glanced at it but said nothing.
Then milk appeared every morning. The straw is inserted, the aluminum foil is removed, and the temperature is just right.
Later, it was the volume in the MP3 that was always two bars louder than the left ear, it was an earphone handed to me on the rooftop, and it was the whistle of "Sunny Day" that sounded behind me.
Jiang Xun put everything into the iron box under the bed - milk cartons, notes, buttons, and empty pen refills.
He thought it was well hidden.
Until Shen Yushi said: "I'm leaving."
Six years. One hundred unsent letters. A young man waiting on the spot.
This is a story about waiting and reunion.
You go, I'll wait for you.
You are back and I am still here.
Intention: Waiting and reunion are the longest love letters in the world