Song Qingrang was trapped in the laboratory for twelve years, trying to resurrect an old friend.
Then the door opened and a young man came in.
The boy was carrying pork rib soup and smiling exactly like the person in the photo.
Song Qing let him know that he was acting. The boy also knew who he was looking at.
Two years. A pot of soup simmered for seven hundred and thirty days, and a photo fell into pieces and stuck together again.
Until that day, the boy leaned against the doorframe and said in a casual tone: "I'm getting engaged."
Song Qingrang took a sip of soup without looking up. "Congratulations."
He turned off the pot of unfinished soup. The laboratory server is down. Twelve years of data and two years of memos were completely cleared.
Shen Ruohuai thought he would stay. He didn't.
Later, Song Qingrang came to the place where he first met his old friend. Became a rural volunteer teacher.
Two months later, the boy was found in the same dilapidated convenience store street. Through the glass door, he was squatting behind the shelf to fix the labels of Oden, but the figure of the arrogant young master from before was nowhere to be seen.
Song Qingrang opened the door and the doorbell rang.
The man looked up.
"Brother Song," Shen Ruohuai was wearing a whitewashed convenience store vest, his voice was trembling, but there was a smile on his face. Just like the first time we met.
Later, Shen Ruohuai knelt on one knee in front of him, raising his head and his eyes were red.
"He is your dream when you were nineteen, and I won't compete with you. But I am your human being after you turn thirty, and you have to give me this position."
Intention: pure love. Bbl