The wind in the senior year of high school contained the chirping of cicadas and the scent of paper ink. When Qi Yueman was squatting at the back door of the classroom to do his homework, he was stopped by a girl wearing a light blue shirt.
"Classmate," the other party smiled and handed over the notebook she had dropped in the corridor, her fingertips glowing with warmth, "I am Xin Shuran, your future wife."
Qi Yueman's pen fell to the ground.
This was the most absurd afternoon in her life:
Her future wife will help her explain the questions and use Lagrange's theorem to understand trigonometric functions. When her fingertips scan the back of her hand, her heart will beat faster than if she got the wrong question;
The future wife will coax her grandma to fold a "new Optimus Prime" out of colored sticky notes, and let her naughty cousin hold the paper figure and call him "sister-in-law";
My future wife will pick an extra piece of lean meat from her mother's braised pork stew, put it into her bowl, and say, "Yueman has a hard time in her third year of high school."
But on the day after the college entrance examination, Xin Shuran stood under the sycamore tree in front of the school, her shadow stretched by the setting sun. She touched the top of Qi Yueman's hair and said, "See you in college, but then -"
"You have to chase me again."
Qi Yueman thought it was a joke until she bumped into Xin Shuran in the library on the day of her freshman year.
The other party was holding "Advanced Mathematics", and the eyes behind the lenses were full of unfamiliarity, and said: "Senior sister, you are blocking me from finding a seat."
Oh, it turns out that my future wife has forgotten her.
Then she'll chase again.
From the "accidental encounter" in the library, to the "accidental" sitting across from each other in the cafeteria;
From the earphones that she knocked off while helping her fix her computer, to the warm water that was handed to her during their morning jog;
From the way she pulls her hair when she can't solve a question, to the tear stains on the corners of her eyes when she laughs——
Qi Yueman discovered that what she was chasing was not her "future wife" but the Xin Shuran in front of her who could cry, make trouble, and say, "Senior, you are so stupid."
What Xin Shuran didn't know was that there was a crumpled note paper hidden in her drawer, which said: "I am your future wife, Xin Shuran."
Intention: Sincerity is the best prediction of love. The two girls broke the presets of the "future" and used details, understanding and courage to write their own love "from now on". There are no routines, just a two-way rush; there are no labels, just the mutual attraction of two souls.