[I once thought that winning or losing on the field was just a deviation of a set of coordinates.
Little did they know that that midsummer meeting was an unexpected fate that was unpredictable]
[Zhu Yunmo × Xie Huaian]
During the seven-day training camp, with route parameters flowing on the screen, I met him before the midsummer game.
My heart fell in love when we first met. At that time, when I was young, I naively believed that the competition would go on as planned every year and that a short separation was nothing to be afraid of. We would meet again eventually.
But midsummer has come to an end, and the sea of people disperses.
I went overseas to practice medicine, and he went ahead to study aircraft.
This heartbeat is a variable beyond all my life plans.
I hurriedly avoided the several encounters in foreign countries and did not dare to meet each other calmly - I did not have the courage to let my emotions go and disrupt the established life trajectory.
Many years later, when I returned to China to practice medicine, an accident sent him to the emergency room.
The alienation that he had deliberately maintained for a long time was completely exposed by him at this moment.
He stared at me and spoke with the stubbornness he had suppressed for many years: "All flight coordinates can be adjusted repeatedly. Only you, I can't find a suitable route."
I have spent all my years planning all the trajectories of my life and trying to control all encounters.
What I didn't expect was that I couldn't plan and control my heartbeat that year.
Only he has stayed outside my scale for a long time.
Intention: Reason can plan life, but it cannot calculate love. A carefully planned life trajectory cannot stop a heartbeat that breaks away from the scale.