Five years ago, summer in Nalu Village. The boy who had finished his college entrance examination was blocked in an alley by some gangsters. He was about to fight back when a voice came from the entrance of the alley: "Get out of the way." It wasn't loud, but it was steady.
It was a university intern who came to the village to conduct research on ancient buildings. Holding a light blue umbrella and wearing a white T-shirt stained with mud, she drove away the gangsters in a few words. He asked her what her name was, and she smiled and said, "I won't tell you anymore. We won't see him again anyway." She left him a napkin with a number written on it, only her surname and no given name.
Five years later. She changed jobs, paid off five years of debt, climbed out of the quagmire of a state-owned enterprise, and moved to a hot spring resort as a human resources specialist. He graduated from college, grew from 1.67 Meters to 1.85 Meters tall, and went from being a bullied kid to the vice president of a technology company. They met on the award podium at the company's annual meeting. He came from the head office to give her the award. She took the trophy, said thank you, turned and walked off the stage. Didn't recognize him.
Intention: The real reunion is not to meet again, but to grow into a person worthy of you.