Seven years after retirement, the students of Yang Yu and Feng Ning finally sat at the same table. A group of people argued endlessly: How did these two teachers know each other?
Some people say it was on a green train going north in the twelfth lunar month of that year; some people say it was an earlier hometown meeting. They themselves also insisted on their own opinions and fought for forty years.
From the wet mossy stone steps in the mountain city to the gradually drying river bed of the Yanghe River; from the twelve-square-meter single dormitory to the books in two places separated by an entire ocean; from a letter hidden by the mother at the bottom of the box to a recipe sent by fax, teaching the other party to add salt and oil - he was doing basic research and she was in the affiliated hospital. Two people who had "life-saving things" and "don't make things fake" engraved in their bones, each became a professor, and each paid the price: she had a heart attack at the age of 40 and collapsed in the hospital corridor; he broke his leg the year she went abroad, but she packed her luggage in 20 minutes and rushed back across the ocean.
In this life, whoever is tired, the other is his resting place.
A story about two-way lifting and long flowing water. Half of my life is between you and me, half of my life is between you and me.
Concept: Two-way support and support are the longest form of love.