The Coming Months and Years

Zhou Yuan opened the book and followed his memory to find the approximate location of that sentence. That sentence might not be Xu Mian's favorite, but it was what he wanted to tell her most at this moment. Xu Mian watched him lower his head and read through it carefully. With the first cold rain of this winter, the picture turned into frames of waves, rising and falling one after another. Then, a hand stretched out from the layers of waves. The page that was opened did not have much writing, and half of it was blank. The only sentence that could be called a poem was obvious. Xu Mian was silent for three seconds while looking at the words. Then she raised her head and looked at Zhou Yuan. She allowed an unreasonable and impatient ecstasy to grow and spread in her heart, but she remained calm on the surface. She said, "Okay, Mr. Zhou, I've fallen in love with you too." That line of words had the meaning of being remembered from then on. Many years later, Xu Mian and Lin Yue recalled this afternoon. She read this poem in a cool and slightly melancholy voice, as if the clouds of time had been cleared away, and she saw the most affectionate look of the guy who had passed away, which made her love openly and openly for the rest of her long life. "The only way to survive is to see each other again."