The Wind Moves When We Meet Again

On the first day of transfer, Lin Zhixia sat in the back seat where the first grader was thanking her. She muttered something, and the pen in his hand paused - from then on, this secret heartbeat never stopped. He would put a bottle of Nongfu Spring on her desk every day, write out detailed solutions to her dog-eared math problems overnight, and carry her to the infirmary with the eyes of the whole school on her when she sprained her ankle. He never said he liked it, but he wrote it in every detail. But she didn't expect that a sudden family accident would force her to leave a note saying "Don't wait for me" and disappear into his world. Seven years. He had been looking for her for seven years. Lock all her pencils, erasers, and the remaining half bottle of water in the cabinet. The password is her birthday. Walk the old streets she walks through every month and put a bowl of non-spicy soup in front of the spicy hotpot stall - what if she comes back? When they met again, he was a sharp-tongued investment partner and she was an advertising director who took charge of her own business. He handed over a bottle of Nongfu Spring at room temperature, and his tone was as calm as saying that the weather is good today: "Long time no see." But she could clearly see that there was a fire burning in his eyes that had never been extinguished. ——He spent seven years learning to wait and spent the rest of his life realizing "I am." The whole process is sweet and slightly abusive, and we are reunited after a long separation × reunited after a long absence