As early as in high school, the first time Ji Yang saw Ye Zhian, he took a rare look at her a few more times.
Ye Zhian, who lives up to his name, has a carefree temperament, loves to laugh, and loves to make trouble. He always had a bunch of good friends around him throughout his school days. The definition of loneliness probably only involves math problems that cannot be solved in high school. If Ye Zhian is the enthusiastic and public pink spirea, then Ji Yang is the quiet and low-key Cycad.
Ye Zhian never thought that such a person would appear in his college life thousands of miles away from home. Wearing a dark green military uniform and carrying quiet faith, he gave up his seat to her on the subway in Jincheng and protected her from the wind in the dusk when she was distracted. She thought it was just a moist and bright ambiguity on campus.
Maybe it was God's will, or maybe she thought wrong. A brief encounter met with a long separation. It was not a farewell, not a quarrel, but a silent figure disappearing under the ginkgo tree in late autumn.
Ye Zhian's steps will not stop for anyone, including Ji Yang.
She chose to move forward. Going to graduate school, developing SCI, running in the wild, and joining the Chinese Academy of Sciences, I have turned myself into a tree that can survive the winter alone. In the mission area at an altitude of 5,000 meters, Ji Yang wrote everything he needed to say into a letter that could never be sent.
Three years later, the joint scientific research project in the Western Sichuan Reserve brought the two people to the same conference table again.
He was standing by the window of the conference room in civilian clothes, and the military rank on his shoulders was no longer what it was back then. She rushed over from the laboratory in a white coat, holding an unfinished data report in her hand.
None of them said "Long time no see".
But the words that I didn't have time to say, the moments that I didn't dare to reach out, and the unspoken farewells all slowly fell back to the ground in every night, every outdoor scene, and every sentence "Let me check the literature for you" after the reunion.
This is a story about waiting, growing up, and getting closer again. A boring gourd military scientific research man, and a female doctor of botany who changed herself from waiting for others to relying on herself. It was empty for three years, but some things will not disappear even if they are empty.
A low-key scholar in the military academy × a female scientific college student → a plateau scientific research engineer × a botanist from the Chinese Academy of Sciences.
1V1, campus ambiguity + workplace reunion, sweet and astringent, sweet after the bitterness.
Concept: A low-key scholar in a military academy