The Love Letter You Owe Me for Three Years

Xu Nian ranks first in the Chinese language class, but always fails in mathematics; Jiang Yan won the prize in the mathematics competition, but his Chinese language skills are ridiculously bad. In order to complement each other's achievements, the head teacher, Lao Zhou, forcibly transferred them to sit at the same table. She thinks he is cold and venomous, and he thinks she is slow in answering questions and loves to cry. Later, he told her three years of math problems, and she helped him correct three years of compositions. During the evening self-study during the power outage, he held her hand in the darkness; on the playground where the vows were made for a hundred days, he wrote her name into the acrostic poem of the competition's acceptance speech. From the mutual quarrels in the first year of high school, to fighting side by side in the third year of high school; from the ups and downs of being away from home in college, to the reunion in the workplace. What they exchanged was not notes, but the rest of their lives. This is a story about a secret love coming true, from school uniform to wedding dress. There are the second cup of milk tea at the library for half price, the twelve-hour trip on the green leather train, and the quarrels and separations when growth is out of sync. But it doesn't matter, Jiang Yan said: "The Xu Nian I know is not someone who would admit defeat." And Xu Nian knew that he was the only person she had ever loved since she was seventeen years old. It can be sweet or cruel, running in both directions, I hope all secret loves can hear the echo.