Three years ago, Xu Jin took off the scarf around his neck and wrapped it twice around her, tying it into an ugly knot.
Three years later, Xu Jin stood on the steps of a hotel in Beijing and reached out to her.
"Hello Xu Jin," he said. The tone was steady, with a slight upward pitch at the end, with just the right amount of politeness and an unfamiliar smile.
Jiang Wei held the hand. The palm is dry and warm, and the force is neither light nor heavy. A textbook-level workplace handshake, to the letter.
"Hello, Jiang Wei"
It was as if they had never huddled on the steps of the library to escape a heavy snowfall.
It was as if he had never tied a scarf around her neck in an ugly knot.
He called her "Jiang Wei" like everyone else.
Three years, 500 kilometers, from Xijing to Beijing, from a very familiar person to a relationship where we need to shake hands and introduce ourselves again.
She held that hand for three seconds. When she let go, she suddenly wanted to know one thing——
Where did that scarf go? Does he still remember?
Intention: Man can conquer nature