One day a few years later, An Ge was cleaning up the study room. There was a biscuit box on the top of the cabinet, which had a thin layer of dust. She set up a stool, took it down and opened it. The yellowed paper barcodes were all neatly written when she was bored. Every time she finished writing, she couldn't find it, but he had put it away. At the bottom was their first group photo: the two stood side by side, An Ge grinned, and Tang Cheng looked at her sideways with a basketball in his eyes, a rare tenderness in his eyes.
At dinner time, Tang Cheng called and said he would be back later. An Ge blinked and said, "When you come back, buy a ten-inch photo frame." Tang Cheng wondered, "What's wrong? Are there any new photos?" "Well, it shouldn't be counted as new photos. You and me at the age of eighteen, eh, didn't you say that you lost your phone and there are no photos?" There was no sound on the other end of the phone, An Ge snickered, Tang Cheng coughed twice, and after a while he said, "Ahem, I understand."