Seven days later, her wedding was coming as scheduled.
Pure white wedding dress, beautiful music. Twenty-three years of love finally blossomed.
The priest read the oath, they exchanged rings, and vowed to grow old together.
He finally got his wish and married the only person in the world he wanted to marry in his life.
His childhood sweetheart: Luo Qingchen.
After all, time was kind to him and he was not alone in his life.
One afternoon after the wedding, Luo Qingchen took his wallet from the table in the study room and planned to change the photo inside!
Unexpectedly, the moment he took it out, a neatly folded piece of paper fell out.
When she opened it, she found that it was what she had written in the notebook during the last English class that year.
She felt that her fingertips were trembling, and she turned over the paper inadvertently. On it was a paragraph written with a pen -
I will wait for you for the short time to come. Of course, I set a deadline, and when that day comes I won’t wait. The term is... one hundred years.
I just felt tears flowing out of my eyes unconsciously, running across my cheeks and dripping on my palms.
The hand trembled slightly, and the piece of paper slowly fell to the ground.
She lowered her head slightly, and a quiet young man had already walked up to him, squatted down and picked up the paper, then looked into her clear eyes and said, "Why did Mrs. Ye peek into my personal privacy? This is my first lover. It’s written, so no peeking is allowed.”
He gently wiped her tears with his hand, slowly put the paper away and put it in his pocket.
"I'm sorry Ye Zhijin, I made you wait for me for seven years." She lowered her head and said three words to him that she had never said before.
I'm really sorry. No matter what the factor or the reason, she just abandoned him for seven years.
"No, specifically it should be ten years." Ye Zhijin touched her head, looked at her with a deep look in his eyes and said, "Three years of junior high school will also count. So, Mrs. Ye, you owe me ten years in your life. Year, you must return it to me..."
"Why pay it back..."
"It can be settled in the next life, but interest must be added." Ye Zhijin nodded thoughtfully and said: "The interest should be very high to make up for the losses I have suffered in the past ten years..."
"Ye Zhijin..." She raised her head, looked into her eyes and said: "I have no chance to go back to the moment when I first met you, but I will do my best to warm you for the rest of my life. Time is not old, and I promise not to be. Disperse."
"Okay." He nodded almost without hesitation, gently held her in his arms, and said with doting eyes, "Deal!"
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In this life, they knew each other and stayed together until they both died decades later.
She left ten days earlier than Ye Zhijin, but to Ye Zhijin, these ten days were as long as ten years.
The day he passed away, he was lying on the bed, and the conversation they had in the study that day flashed through his eyes. The old voice slowly sounded, and he whispered softly: "You agreed to owe me ten years, but you came before me." I've been gone for ten days. Now I... have fully understood the principle of living like a year. Cruel Miss Qingmei, I want to find you, okay?"
It is said that after he said these words that day, the vital meter next to the hospital bed beeped and drew a straight line.
I wonder if she still remembers the ten years in the next life. I wish I could return it to him...
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All encounters in the world are reunions after a long separation, and all partings in the world are expected in the future.
And I will wait for you here and return slowly. (To be continued)