When I was sixteen years old, the wind blew and the stars scattered all over the sky. He knelt down to help her pick it up, stood up and handed back the bouquet, then turned and left.
She stood holding the flowers and looked back - his back was getting smaller and smaller in the mottled shadow of the trees, cut into pieces by the light. The last words floated back in the wind, so faintly that they were almost swallowed up by the chirping of cicadas:
"Next time we meet - I'll give you a bouquet of flowers."
She didn't speak, she just hugged the flower a little tighter. How could she forget his face...?
At the age of twenty-six, he was the department director of a listed company, and she was a newcomer in the workplace who was in a hurry. He taught her how to change the plan step by step, and handed her a cup of coffee at the right temperature when she was working overtime late at night. She thought her boss was taking care of the newcomers, until one day she opened the directory of old classmates from junior high school——
The page he wrote was thicker than the others.
"Why did you always sit in the row in front of me?"
He raised his eyes and said with a smile in his voice: "Otherwise, how could I legitimately look back at you?"
Concept: All inadvertent moments in childhood are the foreshadowing of another person's long-planned plans.