The first snowfall in Shenyang in 1999 dyed the bus station white.
Lu Qingyan squatted at the exit of the station, her teeth chattering with the cold - her pocket was cleaner than her face, and the road back to school was as long as the horizon. At this time, a black Santana stopped in front, and the window was lowered, revealing Zhang Qingjun's face.
"Where to go?" Asked the man who saw his embarrassment.
After being "picked up" by Han Yuchen and brought back to school, Lu Qingyan realized that this person was actually the school accountant. He touched his newly warm ears and gave a thumbs up: "Brother, he has a car, he is really awesome!"
They thought it was a chance encounter, but Lu Qingyan, a sophomore, was squeezed out by her roommates and had no choice but to pack up and move out. I finally found a house with a monthly rent of 300, and I looked at the phone number—
Hey! It's Han Yuchen!
Han Yuchen: "You'll be lucky if you hire someone to pay the water and electricity bills."
Lu Qingyan's eyes lit up: "Brother Renyi!"
In the days that followed, the shared life of the Chinese-language talkative and the rigorous accountant was all hidden in the exchange of letters.
He wrote: "Brother Han, your account book is neater than my composition."
He replied: "You account for 60% of this month's water and electricity bills."
In early 2002, Han Yuchen resigned. At the end of August of the following year, his clothing company made its first big sum of money, and he was officially on the top of his career.
At this time, Lu Qingyan had already become a well-known writer.
On the surface, it's a rough and tumble day-to-day life in a shared apartment, but hidden between the lines is the tenderness that even the snow of 1999 couldn't cover.
University accountant 1×Chinese Department student 0
(Later clothing company owner 1x writer 0)
First-person memoir from dual perspectives
Upper main 0 perspective
Lower main 1 perspective
Intention: Hug each other on a snowy night, the letter is still warm from the old years
