Zhu Nian would always remember that scene.
As the boy ran, the wind filled his blue-and-white school uniform. The gust he stirred up lifted the pages of her open book. She hurried to press them down, but could only catch a fleeting breath of wind.
From then on, Fu Yuzhuo became the grandest monsoon of her youth.
The wind wouldn't stop for her. But that day, as usual, she was riding the No. 31 bus. When she looked up, she saw the boy whose features she had sketched with her peripheral vision countless times.
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Years later, they reunited at a classmate's wedding. Fu Yuzhuo was still the golden boy, and when his gaze finally met hers, she smiled and said, "I'm Zhu Nian."
She thought she was simply putting an old high school regret to rest, not realizing she wasn't the only one who felt regret.
By chance, Zhu Nian boarded the No. 31 bus, whose route had long since changed. Without thinking, she headed for the back row, only to see the boy, his features still as familiar as ever, sitting in the seat she used to occupy.
She tried to run, but someone grabbed her wrist. "Classmate Zhu, you've been sneaking glances at me for years. Want to come over and get a good look?"
It was drizzling on the day he confessed. Fu Yuzhuo tilted his umbrella toward her, his fingers gently brushing her palm, like the wind that had swept past her window all those years ago. "The bus route may change, but my final stop has always been right here with you."
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Later, Zhu Nian found her high school diary. On one page, she had written: "The wind was strong today. When he ran past, my youth began to roar."
Fu Yuzhuo added a line in tiny writing beneath it: "That gust of wind went all the way around, and finally found its way home."
Theme: May every wish come true
