Midsummer Leisurely Writing

When the first year of high school started, Wang Yutong noticed a secret - Zhou Qingyi, the student union president who was standing on the podium to speak, had white knuckles holding the microphone, and his eyes suddenly lost focus at a certain moment. Others are looking at his perfection. She was watching his hidden trembling. She knocked on his door with toffee and a sticky note. He started responding to her with crooked stick figures. From Qingcheng No. 1 Middle School to Nancheng University, from the steps beside the playground to the chemotherapy room of the hospital, she drew his back for seven years. He saved every word she said in his mobile phone memo, numbered starting from "Item 1: She said my fingers were cold" and kept it for a whole life. Later, lung adenocarcinoma pushed the fast forward button on everything. Targeted drugs, chemotherapy, complete remission, drug resistance - she wrote with a pen without ink on the last page of the album: "Every stroke I draw is you. You are the archive itself." After she left, he lived for another forty years. Make a cup of honey water without boiling it every day, draw a stick figure, water the seven ginkgo trees in the courtyard, and then open the last page of the picture album in the sunset. The ashes were buried under the ginkgo tree, and only two words were engraved on the tombstone - "Archive". This is a story about archiving a life with candy, sticky notes, and stick figures. Two people who are not good at talking about love have turned all silence into evidence that cannot be deleted.