The tolerant scientific researcher Song Mingxu × the brave and persistent young Shen Zhiyao.
When the cup of grapefruit tea was brought over, Song Mingxu was facing the light. Shen Zhiyao looked at him through the smell of oil smoke from the fast food restaurant, and felt that even the shadow of this man was tired.
"Child, are you unhappy?"
This was the first sentence between them. Later Song Mingxu said that he was actually not happy that day. But adults hide it better.
Then summer passed, autumn passed, and in winter they could make long phone calls late at night. Shen Zhiyao lay on the bed in the dormitory, listening to Song Mingxu talk about algorithms, ideals, and an invention that had not yet been formed. He said, "When it's done, I'll treat you to the best grapefruit tea," with childish certainty in his voice.
Shen Zhiyao believed it.
Later, the invention was actually made. Bigger than expected. During the overwhelming interview, Song Mingxu wore a well-tailored suit and smiled at the camera. Shen Zhiyao was sitting in the university cafeteria scrolling through his mobile phone. There was a lot of noise around him. He read the news three times by himself.
He sent a WeChat message: Brother, I see you.
No reply.
Four years. More than a thousand days. It is enough for a grapefruit tree to grow from planting to bearing fruit, and it is enough for a person to discover that he is not the protagonist of the story.
We met again in the elevator. Shen Zhiyao held the document and looked up. Song Mingxu's work badge was facing up, with his name clearly written on it.
Shen Zhiyao spoke first: "Long time no see."
Song Mingxu opened his mouth, and the elevator arrived.
When the door opened, Shen Zhiyao walked out, turned his back and said, "I can't find you..."
Before the elevator door closed, Song Mingxu's hand got stuck in the gap.
"Child -" he said, "do you want to drink grapefruit tea, the kind made by my brother?"
Concept: The love of young people is fierce and reckless, so it is sweet first and then bitter. The love of adults requires time and responsibility, so it is bitter first and then sweet.