Before Yan Wei'an writes a manuscript every night, she goes to the vending machine on the first floor to buy a bottle of iced coffee. This has been her habit since writing.
Until one day, a yellow sticky note was posted at the vending machine's pickup port, which read, "To Vera, drink less iced coffee, it's not good for your stomach."
On the second day, the third day, and the nth day, one will appear every day.
"Put on more clothes when it's cold", "Don't stay up late", "Go to bed if you can't write"...
That person seems to know her habits, her routine, her insomnia better than she does herself...
She doesn't know who he is.
At a book signing four years ago, Shen Yubai walked into the wrong venue. That accident left him with a memory for four years.
He specifically asked for her address and moved to the same building as her home.
I didn't dare to talk to her or knock on the door. I just went downstairs quietly late at night and put anonymous sticky notes with concern on the vending machine.
Yan Wei'an didn't know that those words of concern for her every day came from an indifferent face and a pair of hands that shook when writing sticky notes.
She didn't even know that those hands had sewn hundreds of blood vessels under the lamp and were so steady that they never made a mistake.
It wasn't until she was hospitalized that she opened her medical records and saw familiar handwriting that was exactly the same as a sticky note.
She began to wait for him, for when the neighbor doctor, who looked cold on the outside, would reveal his flaws.
"Dr. Shen, when did you start liking me?"
She asked, standing behind him in the corridor late at night.
He froze in place, his hands shaking violently in his pockets.
He thought for a long time, but when he said it, he only had six words.
"Four years ago, autograph session."
Intention: If you never forget, there will be repercussions.