At the age of sixteen, Lin Jianwei liked Shen Shubai.
She didn't confess, she just bought the cheapest postcards and wrote them one by one.
The recipient is always empty.
Because once you write "Shen Shubai", it's like admitting that you are really waiting for someone.
It wasn't until before graduation that she finally sent the only one.
Recipient: Shen Shubai.
The content is only one sentence:
"When I am no longer your student, will you still remember me?"
Shen Shubai didn't reply.
Lin Jianwei then left.
See you again eight years later. She is already an architect, and Shen Shubai is no longer just "Teacher Shen".
Only then did Lin Jianwei find out that the postcard had been tucked into Shen Shubai's old poetry collection.
In eight years, not a day was lost.
But she no longer wanted to ask why.
She said:
"You don't reply, and you don't throw it away."
Shen Shubai couldn't explain.
Because the hardest thing to admit is not not answering back then.
But eight years later, she finally began to like the person who no longer needed her answers.
So in the second half of the story, all the postcards changed directions.
Recipient: Lin Jianwei.
"The temperature in Xi'an is cooling down today."
"You might think that the tree on the roadside blocks the facade of the building."
"I missed you today too."
"Lin Jianwei, I want to go to Shanghai."
"Not by the way."
"I just want to see you."
This time, it was Shen Shubai's turn to wait for a reply.
Purpose: The most important thing in life
