On a winter night when I was seventeen years old, on the draft paper for the physics competition, the little mint drawn by Qian Ziluo was circled by Shen Zhiheng and marked with the sentence "Does not meet the standards, but it is image." They didn't know at that time that some formulas would be solved incorrectly, and some people would be separated, like the first snow falling on the exercise book, melting unexpectedly.
Five years later, next to the champagne roses at "Zhiyu Flower Shop", the way Shen Zhiheng lowered his head to wrap the bouquet was the same as when he helped him pick out rose thorns. Qian Ziluo stood in front of the counter, holding in his hand the twenty eucalyptus leaves that the professor asked for, as if holding unspoken thoughts that spanned time lag.
One is a computer science graduate who works at a flower shop and codes, and the other is a researcher who returns to China with physics formulas. When they reunited, the polite words were more awkward than the competition questions that year, until the symbol of Schrödinger's equation was written wrong again on the institute's bookmark design draft——
"It should be Ψ." Shen Zhiheng raised his eyes, with a warmth hidden under reason that hasn't changed in five years.
Qian Ziluo suddenly understood that some mistakes would be repeated, and so would some heartbeats. Just like the saying in Qin Guan's poem "elm money falls by itself", after going round and round, it will eventually land where it should stop.
And the mint bookmark that the security inspector asked "what's it for" was put back into the competition notes by Shen Zhiheng as early as the first day of the reunion.
It took too long to write the prologue, and this time, it's the turn of the main text.
Intention: Time has not changed, heartbeat and fetters will eventually return.