"The 38th parallel has crossed!" Jiang Zhirou slapped away the rotating pen, but did not notice the tenderness flashing in the young man's eyes.
Lin Yi, a seemingly cynical business genius, always pushed exercises in front of her: "Little teacher, teach me this question." However, every time he explained, he secretly wrote down her small movements of rubbing her eyes, and there would be an extra bottle of eye drops on her desk the next day.
The rainstorm came unexpectedly.
Jiang Zhirou stood at the door of the teaching building, looking at the accumulated water and feeling worried. Suddenly he was pulled under a black umbrella, "On the way." He said casually, but the umbrella was tilted at a perfect angle. The rain soaked into his school uniform along his right shoulder. Jiang Zhirou counted her heartbeats and found that they passed seven red lights - his home was obviously in the opposite direction.
On the night of my eighteenth birthday, the door lock of the empty classroom turned slightly. The moment she opened the door, a galaxy made up of 999 fluorescent notes flowed above her head. In the center was a powerful pen calligraphy: "I am your 18th birthday gift. It will not be returned or exchanged. Do you accept it?" The young man stood in the light and shadow, his fingertips trembling slightly.
On the day when the results of the college entrance examination were released, he held her notice from the Department of Finance and stopped her: "Jiang Zhirou, your ideal country..." He was interrupted before he could finish his words.
"I can't tolerate your capital games." When she turned around, raindrops mixed with tears fell between the two of them, just like the heavy rain that wet his right shoulder that year.
Five years later, at the Supreme Court, sunlight penetrated the colored windows and cut the dock into light and dark halves.
When Judge Jiang opened the "Lin Group Case" file, the pen suddenly slipped from his fingers. Ji Yi in the dock held up the old pen, and the sunlight danced on the old scar on his collarbone—it was left by him to protect her mock court materials during his sophomore year.
"Your Honor," he stared at her trembling fingertips, "apply for the submission of new evidence." The clerk was surprised to see the usually calm Judge Jiang's eyes suddenly turn red - hidden in the pen was a birthday card that was wet with rain when he was eighteen years old, with a line of fresh writing on the back: "I have been waiting for an "accepted" reply."
"I won't handle your case anymore. I'm applying for a different judge to handle it."
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Purpose: On the balance of rules and justice, find the warmth of the spirit of the rule of law