Lu Shiyan saved 137 unsent messages in the memo on his mobile phone.
Su Wantang wrote a character like him in the novel for many years.
None of them know.
During the four years of college, they sat in the same library, participated in the same club, met through a book, and got close to each other in the spring and summer—and then missed each other. On graduation day, he stood under her dormitory for ten minutes without asking her to come down. She saw him at the window without calling his name.
For the next seven years, they were silent.
He is studying for a Ph. D., And she is publishing a book. While he was in a daze looking at the data in the laboratory, she typed characters like him one after another on the keyboard. They all use their own way to love someone who is not around.
Until one day, he saw a poster for her book signing on the campus bulletin board.
A 27-year-old Ph. D. In biology and a 26-year-old young writer reunited after missing their entire youth.
This time, can he stop saying "wait until I'm ready"?
This time, could she stop waiting for him to come over on his own?
This is a story about how clumsy people learn to talk.
It is also the story of a letter that was seven years late and was finally opened.
——Some flowers are very small and inconspicuous. But it's alive and blooming
Intention: Love is not something you say when you are ready. It is a step you take even though you know it is not good enough, know it is too late, and know you may lose. It's like Arabidopsis - no one would think it's a flower. It's too small and inconspicuous. But it fought hard to survive and bloomed its own white petals. Some love is like this too. Not earth-shattering, not perfect, hidden in memos, tucked in old books, written on unsent letters. But it's true