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The late autumn night breeze filled his open work jacket with an indescribable coolness. He shrank his neck and lifted up the dusty computer bag strap on his shoulder, which had frayed and fluffy edges. The bag was very heavy, not only containing the four-year-old laptop with a fan that often made abnormal noises, but also a stack of printed drawings that had just been sent back for a third revision, and half a rice ball bought at a convenience store that had become cold due to overtime work.

The huge passenger plane made no movement on the tarmac. A gentle female voice on the radio announced for the third time that it had been delayed for two hours due to air traffic control. Xu Xiangsheng pushed up the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and saved the circuit diagram on the laptop screen again. This thirty-year-old electrical engineer is accustomed to dealing with calm numbers and drawings, and his life trajectory is as neat and clear as the circuits he designs. The moment the tractor started moving outside the porthole, the phone screen suddenly lit up. Next to the profile picture that he quietly pinned to the top but didn't dare to click on, a short greeting popped up: "How are you doing lately?" The sender was Peng Yanhui - a girl he met in WeChat Weekly CP six months ago and gradually lost contact with her after chatting for three months. Xu Xiangsheng's fingers were hovering above the screen, and the cabin lights illuminated his gentle face a little pale. He has an introverted personality, and is used to expressing his rejection in silence. In the past six months, he has never thought of taking the initiative to contact someone, but he is always worried about disturbing the other party. At this moment, this sudden news was like a pebble thrown into a quiet lake. What he didn't know was that Peng Yanhui, who had a strong personality and clear goals in doing things, had just ended a relationship. When he was looking through his address book, he suddenly remembered this man who always responded gently to all her willful topics. The plane's engine started to roar, and Xu Xiangsheng finally typed the words "On the way to a business trip, the flight was delayed." This message will flutter like a butterfly's wings, making waves in the coming years - from rekindled ambiguity to marriage, from the birth of children to the accumulation of fatigue. He always compromises and she always takes the lead, until one day...