April 19
He Zikun's birthday is also the last birthday in his promise.
Today he is thirty years old, and he once said that he would wait for her until she is thirty.
He did it, but he didn't wait for her after all.
He once thought this way: If it weren't for her, maybe he would still be moving forward on the path his parents expected, and now he might be a conscientious civil servant, busy with things that are not his own; maybe, he might also be a lawyer, going in and out of boring courts every day. In short, it is impossible to take the path of being called an outstanding young entrepreneur today.
Getting to know her can be called a deliberate effort. But falling in love with her is really unintentional.
Although I never saw her again after that time, she was still so clear in my memory.
She is not very beautiful. He only occupied the standard match of beautiful women, Silly Baitian. Not gentle at all, not white at all. He Zikun didn't even know why he fell in love with her. Even waiting for her to wait until now.
Perhaps because she was an excuse for him to concentrate on his career, He Zikun could only think of it this way.
Today, he walked into the city where they once met and walked into her classroom. He's going to give a speech here.
The classroom display remained the same, but there was no sign of her in the audience.
There are really no miracles in love.