No More Snow in Zhucheng

——Some memories can only be dusted, but cannot be forgotten. At the age of twenty-five, the merger and acquisition planned by Lu Yuran shocked the entire tutoring industry. When the golden name of 'Shengteng Education' was taken off, his colleagues gave him a title with awe: 'Supplementary Education Sniper'. But at the peak of his career, he chose to cross the ocean and leave all his glory in the Bay Island. No one knows what he lost on that rainy night. Two years later, when he opened the door of his Zhucheng apartment again, dust danced in the sunlight. The laptop on the desk is still in its last position, and the screen saver is a photo of them at Seoul Tower. The yellowed post-it note on the refrigerator door is still clear: "Remember to buy milk - snow". These daily routines that had been pressed on the pause button have now become the sharpest fragments of time. He remembered that the day they first met, the sunlight in the laboratory was just right. The silver brooch on Cui Xue's white shirt flickered like a restless star as she sorted the documents. The slight frown between her brows and tight lip lines while she was working silenced the entire noisy laboratory. And when the crisis was over, the smile that spread in the corners of her eyes was like the first ice melting in early spring. "Do you dare to come to my house?" "When are you going to wait until you confess to me?" She is always like this, actively pursuing the things she likes, using the most careless tone and saying the most heart-pounding words. Until that ordinary family gathering, she suddenly said in front of Lu Yuran's parents, "Let's get married." At that moment, Lu Yuran was stunned on the spot, but his parents were already laughing from ear to ear. He looked at the house he bought and the motorcycle and car in the garage. Logically speaking, it was fully qualified for marriage. But when he thought about the cost of his children's education and the expenses of the whole family, he suddenly feared that he would never be able to give her the ideal life. Waiting, waiting for your career to be more stable, waiting for more savings, waiting for everything to be ready... But you forget that some things can never be prepared, and some people can't afford to wait. "Let's break up! You are always preparing, but never starting." On the night of the breakup, her tears fell on the solid wood floor. "What I want is not a perfect blueprint for the future, but a promise of the present. How long will I have to wait like this?" During the more than seven hundred days and nights he spent away from home, he thought that busyness could fill all the gaps. It wasn't until I returned to my hometown that I discovered that those deliberately forgotten fragments had long since grown into tattoos in my bones. If time could go back, would he dare to nod vigorously when she said "Let's get married"? If fate gives her a chance, will she still be willing to listen to the late "I do"? Where forgetting begins, there are always stories waiting to be rewritten. This is a story about miss and reunion, dedicated to all those who believe that first love can come to an end. Motto: There is no such thing as a wasted journey in life, every step counts. A love may not be perfect, but it can make you a more perfect person.