love too early

[Three years later]

I shouldn't have made a mistake, and applied for a doctorate after graduating from a master's degree.Now that I have only been studying for one year, I feel that I will not be able to graduate.

But why does reading seem so simple to some people, such as Shen Nanyu...

In the past three years, Shen Nanyu wrote me a letter every month. Before I left, I thought that he would gradually forget me and return to the normal life track after living alone for a period of time. Be more persistent and more determined about what you want.

In the first year, he went to a mountain village to support education.

In the second year, he returned to the university, took half a semester to complete the credits, completed the dissertation and successfully graduated. At the same time, he applied to an Ivy League school that is famous for its law and economics. After graduation, he went to this school with the highest scholarship. Master of Laws.

In the third year, this year, he graduated with a master's degree, rejected the olive branches offered by Cravath and Wachtell, and submitted several resumes to Zurich, all of which got offers.

This last is what I know from one of his last letters.

After returning to the city, his letters became much more punctual. I usually received them within half a month after they were sent. Last year, I began to reply to him intermittently. First, I was worried that he was living alone in a foreign country. Second, I also knew He has thought clearly enough that he will not change his decision no matter what.

It's just that out of some kind of tacit understanding, we haven't had a phone call or online contact.In this day and age, keeping in touch by letter for three years sounds more difficult than staying together for a lifetime.

In the last sentence of the last letter, Shen Nanyu said: "Those who miss me will definitely meet again."

I closed the letter, feeling a little sour in my heart, but also a little relieved.

My little bunny, he seems to have finally grown up.

Calculating the time, when he wrote this letter, he was preparing for graduation. Now more than ten days have passed, and everything that needs to be done has probably been done... I was suddenly a little nervous, the kind of person who is going to meet someone but doesn't know The feeling of when we will meet each other makes my heart beat faster when I think about it.

I went to the yard and saw Fu Zhiheng repairing his bicycle.

Because Shen Nanyu mentioned in his letter that he had a dream one day, and dreamed that he was riding a car on the campus of University A. Fu Zhiheng saw it, and said with a frown that he also wanted to learn to ride a bicycle.

So Mr. Fu, who grew up sitting in a Maybach, bought a bicycle for the first time at the age of 31. He stumbled and learned for more than half a month. He himself only fell down, but his car has been damaged. It was smashed into pieces.

Looking at it this way, I don't know when I will be able to sit in his back seat.

Hearing my voice, Fu Zhiheng stood up and grinned at me: "Baby."

I suddenly remembered that more than half of June has passed, and our two wedding anniversary is coming soon, if Shen Nanyu comes back...

Fu Zhiheng saw that I was worried, so he came over and wiped his hands with his clothes, then stroked my hair, and asked, "What's wrong?"

I hesitated for a moment and said, "Nanyu said he graduated."

Fu Zhiheng's movements froze, and he said "Oh" dully.

Three years have passed, no matter how strong the emotion was at the beginning, it will gradually dissipate with time. I can already calmly talk about Shen Nanyu's name with Fu Zhiheng, and he no longer has the obvious rejection as before.

Sometimes in the quiet late at night, Fu Zhiheng hugged me from behind, his voice was always very deep after the tenderness, and he asked in a low voice that only the two of us could hear: "Are you thinking about him?"

I do not deny.Fu Zhiheng hugged me even tighter, muttering to himself: "If you really can't forget it,..."

What about the unforgettable words, he didn't say.

In the afternoon, I received a call from my tutor asking me to go to school to pick up some documents.

My tutor is a strict old German pedant, and I was his last student before he retired, so he wanted to pass on all he had learned in his life to me, and often threw me a big tome for me to read in three days .

Fu Zhiheng has bigger opinions on this than I do. He is like a doting parent, chopping vegetables in the kitchen while saying that Germans are crazy.

I think this kind of life is also very good. Using study to keep myself busy makes me feel more relaxed.

What's more, with Fu Zhiheng here, I don't need to worry about other things in my life. I often feel that I am being loved and cherished. This is something I always ignored before.

I am also being missed.

Missed by someone far away.

Fu Zhiheng sent me to school, and then went to the coffee shop to check this month's accounts.

The exhibition hall that was opened for fun has inexplicably turned into a well-known art landmark. Not only local artists like to open a salon in the coffee shop downstairs, but tourists from other countries also like to see the exhibition upstairs.

Fu Zhiheng attributed this to my "aesthetics made of money", always half-truthfully sighing that the coffee money he earned for a month is not enough for me to go to Rotterdam to buy a painting.

"Do you know the price of marriage now?" I asked.

"I know." Fu Zhiheng hugged me and sighed pitifully, "I haven't bought new clothes for three months, my wife."

"..."

After getting the documents, I drank a cup of afternoon tea with my tutor and chatted for a while. The tutor said that he would go back to Berlin to see a dentist at the end of the month and give me two weeks off.

I dare not show my happiness too obviously, just wish him all the best.The instructor shook his head and said, "If you don't give you a vacation, your husband will go to the principal to complain about me."

I smiled awkwardly and said, "How could that be."

The instructor spread his hands and said a German slang, which probably means that young people's love is like a raging flame.

It was still early to leave school, so I sent a message to Fu Zhiheng, telling him that I had already left, and if he was busy, I could take the tram home.

"Wait for 10 minutes baby, I'll pick you up." Fu Zhiheng said.

I replied "OK" and sat down on a bench by the side of the road.

The summer in Switzerland is cool and comfortable, and the air is as clean and crisp as if washed by mountain spring water.I opened the thick hard-shell book in my hand, and the sunlight passed through the shade above my head, casting flickering spots on the yellowed pages.

I still have difficulty reading some obscure German expressions, so every time I study at home, I need to ask Fu Zhiheng to help translate from time to time.Now that Fu Zhiheng is not here, I am too lazy to check it on my phone, so I can only read while thinking, reading sentence by sentence very slowly.

At some point, the light in front of him was blocked by a figure.

I subconsciously thought it was a student, and I was about to step aside and divide the bench in half for him.However, before I could move, my heart suddenly tightened somewhere, and then it started to beat violently, like a satellite floating in the vast universe suddenly received a signal that was only for him, and everything around was silent, only this sound was deafening.

I clenched my palms unconsciously and raised my eyes slowly bit by bit.First there were two slender and straight legs, then the hem of the white shirt, then the shoulders were wider than in memory and the Adam's apple was more prominent, and finally I looked up and saw a face that had given me countless throbbing and joy .

Finally, he traveled through the vast crowd and came to me again.

"elder brother……"

Shen Nanyu looked down at me, said softly, showing a faint smile, "Long time no see."

His eyes were still bright and clear, but the difference was that they were a little more gentle and quiet after years of precipitation.

On the opposite side of the road behind him, a familiar car slowly stopped, Fu Zhiheng got out of the car, quietly leaned against the door, and looked at us across the street.

It turns out that those who did not say goodbye seriously will eventually meet again because of missing and unwillingness.

Maybe it's now, maybe it's somewhere in the distant future.

We will definitely meet again.

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Finished writing, thank you all for your company along the way.