My Liangshan Girl

The moment he got out of the taxi, Lin Yu broke the number in half that he had not yet saved in his address book. The crisp sound of metal breaking was drowned out by the airport announcement. The warmth of his fingertips is still on the cold plastic piece. WeChat has been logged out. There is no turning back or saying goodbye. Like a gust of wind, it has completely evaporated from the memory of this city. Six years ago, he was a poor student who was criticized by his teacher and was mistakenly regarded as a "weirdo" by her. On the day he dropped out of high school, he took the crumpled dropout certificate and plunged into the unfamiliar assembly line. The nineteen-year-old boy, carrying the exhaustion of working two shifts for twelve hours, finished memorizing the first word amidst the roar of the machine, and finished reading the first IELTS textbook under the drafty window sill of the dormitory. Life was as bitter as chewed coptis, but he set aside a certain amount of money every month without hesitation. It was not a promise or an agreement, he just wanted to see what she said. He exchanged all his struggles, forbearance, and the love he didn't dare to express into words into hard work day after day. He took a decisive step and cut off all escape options. It wasn't that he didn't love her, but that he wanted to be worthy of her too much. Six years later, 25-year-old Lin Yu boarded a flight to a foreign country with the tea art certificate he obtained. He is no longer the disgraced wage earner, but standing in the sun, ready to meet his future self. This flight was his final farewell to the past and his most solemn love letter to the future, but she...