It was really strange. Before, when I recalled everything from that summer, it was like remembering a richly detailed book. Every detail was so clear – what clothes he wore, every subtle expression – I could dwell on them for ages. But now, telling Lin Yusen about it felt like summarizing a story’s plot.

I wasn’t deliberately being vague – many scenes, including the characters, had simply lost their color in my mind.

I knew I had once been passionate about it, had been happy, had suffered, had cried – but I only remembered these things.

I remembered the events, but the emotions were gone.

But the listener’s brow gradually furrowed, and when I finished speaking, he pulled me into a tight embrace.

“I’m sorry.”

I hadn’t expected Lin Yusen to apologize to me.

“Back then, I should have come to find you sooner.”

Quietly resting in his arms, I thought of our previous experiences and couldn’t help but laugh: “Find me for what? For ‘revenge’?”

Lin Yusen also laughed: “That would have been quite a cute story.”

Cute?

I imagined the plot – back then I was still a junior, dutifully attending classes every day, when suddenly a handsome guy in a luxury car stopped me on campus.

Then what?

I told Lin Yusen about this setup. “Now you continue – what would you have said?”

I sat with him side by side on the stone bridge steps, getting ready to seriously craft a story.

But Lin Yusen had some issues with my plot: “Does it have to be a luxury car? Can outside cars even enter campus? Wouldn’t randomly stopping in front of someone seem quite ungraceful?”

“…Never mind that we each make up one part. Quick, say your first line.”

“I’d say—” Lin Yusen probably didn’t possess much literary talent, as he pondered deeply before saying, “I’d say, ‘Excuse me, where’s the teaching building?'”

I was shocked and reminded him: “You’re there for revenge! Isn’t that a bit cowardly?”

Lin Yusen reasoned: “How could I reveal my purpose right away? I’d need to fake being friendly first, gain your trust, then take revenge.”

“…But that’s not what you did when you caught me at the company. Back then you tormented me every day, I hated you, don’t you remember?”

Lin Yusen: “…”

I sighed: “Lin Yusen, do you not know yourself very well? You definitely wouldn’t ask for directions. Try something else.”

He cleverly changed the subject: “Let me think again. First, tell me in detail, how much did you hate me then?”

“Uh… do you want to know?” I observed his expression and carefully gave an example. “For instance, remember that time you took me, Yin Jie, and Yu Hua to Shanghai’s Jing’an Temple?”

“I remember. What about it?” He recalled briefly, then said unhappily, “You didn’t want to sit in my passenger seat? And deliberately avoided when your clothes touched mine?”???

What kind of person has such a good memory?

I quickly mentioned something more serious to downplay these details. “No, no, it’s about the wish I made at Jing’an Temple.”

Lin Yusen realized the seriousness of the matter and frowned at me.

“…I wished for you to disappear… and then that Monday at work, I heard you had a car accident.”

Lin Yusen silently took my hand and sighed deeply. “Nie Xiguang, you really…”

“It was a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! We got along well soon after,” I hurried to comfort him.

“Then my charm must be quite good – even after wishing for my disappearance, you became my girlfriend so quickly.” He consoled himself.

“Yes, yes, because you’re handsome.”

“…Anything else?”

“No, no, how could there be? I quickly discovered you were smart, excellent, handsome, dashing, and one of a kind, and happily threw myself into your arms.”

“…Alright.”

His unsatisfied expression made me want to laugh, but I couldn’t.

Be serious.

“Lin Yusen.”

“Mm?”

“I mean, yes, I did like someone else before, but that’s really in the past now. You can’t have even a tiny bit of doubt or distrust in your heart.”

Lin Yusen said: “I’ve never had any distrust.”

“Why?” Could my good character be that obvious?

I waited for him to shower me with compliments, but instead, he turned and gave me a quick kiss on the lips, then stood up and walked down the bridge gracefully, saying, “Of course, it’s because I’m smart, excellent, handsome, dashing, and one of a kind.”

I froze for a few seconds, then jumped up angrily to chase after him. “Lin Yusen, don’t you understand reciprocity!”

The answer was a burst of joyful laughter.

That evening, we had a lively dinner at my grandparent’s home, then followed Grandma to play mahjong at a relative’s house – I suspected Grandma wanted to show off – before returning to our Wuxi home.

It was already past ten when we got home. Under Mom’s watchful eye, I didn’t dare stay up late and obediently went to my room to sleep.

I thought I definitely wouldn’t be able to sleep, that I’d secretly call Lin Yusen or something, but perhaps because we’d been to so many places that day, I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

After a good night’s sleep, I woke up refreshed the next morning. Walking into the living room, I saw Mom and Lin Yusen already sitting there chatting over tea.

“You started university so early?” Mom’s voice held some surprise.

“Yes, I was somewhat clever as a child,” Lin Yusen said with a smile.

“Xiguang was clever as a child too, sensible from an early age, never picky about food, never gave us much to worry about…”

It was a completely ordinary scene, and they were just making small talk, but somehow, looking at this scene, I stopped moving, not wanting to disturb them.

I suddenly understood more deeply the meaning of what Lin Yusen had said yesterday.

“I found the right person, arranged my life properly, and will soon have everything I want again.”

At this moment, I completely empathized.

Because I too had regained everything I wanted.

I once again had a complete family.

And I was certain that scenes like this would often appear before me in the future – my mother, Lin Yusen, would always be by my side.

The wound from my parents’ sudden divorce in my youth, I had never told anyone about it. But today it seemed to have quietly, silently, unknowingly healed.

No, Lin Yusen probably knew.

Everything he did told me that he knew.

I blinked, controlling the sudden warmth in my eyes, and walked over to them with light steps.

Lin Yusen saw me first and stood up immediately. Mom turned around: “You’re up? I’ve had breakfast, but I saved you some cutlassfish wontons – someone just delivered them this morning.”

“Have you eaten?” I asked Lin Yusen.

“Not yet, waiting for you.”

Mom teased: “Little Lin has just been keeping me company drinking tea all morning, I even heard his stomach growling.”

Really?

I immediately focused on his flat stomach, and Lin Yusen said helplessly: “No, don’t look – Auntie is joking.”

Mom was even more amused. “Quick, go eat.”

I pulled Lin Yusen to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and saw three boxes of cutlassfish wontons neatly arranged inside.

I took out the wontons, and Lin Yusen volunteered: “Let me do it.”

“Sure.” I handed him the wontons, thought for a moment, and pulled out a frying pan from the cabinet. “Would you like a fried egg? I like adding it to the wonton soup – makes the broth richer.”

“Okay. I’ll fry it, be careful of the oil splatter.”

“No need, I know how. You cook the wontons and prepare the seasonings. Oh, check if there’s green onion in the fridge.”

With our tasks divided, I heated the pan and poured in oil, starting to carefully fry the egg.

Our kitchen faces east, with two bright windows. The sun was just rising, its light streaming in unobstructed, bathing us both in gold.

As the egg sizzled in the pan, I looked up at the bright sun outside the window and inexplicably remembered the letter Lin Yusen had written to me before the New Year.

Looking down at the round fried egg in the pan, my lips curved into a smile.

“Lin Yusen, when we have time, let’s go visit your mother.”

The wontons were already in the pot, and Lin Yusen was seasoning the soup. Hearing my words, he paused, turned to look at me, and after a while, his eyes lit up with a smile as he simply replied “Okay.”

“Mm.” So it’s settled. “Also, do you remember before New Year’s, you sent me an email asking me to give you a proud sun?”

“Did I?” He pretended to think.

“Yes.”

I turned off the heat, carefully plated the fried egg, then held it out to him, showing him the perfectly round fried egg on the plate, and smiled: “This is for you.”

The proud sun I want to give you is the dazzling moments, all the ordinary little things, the first ray of sunlight at dawn each day, and I hope, the last glow of sunset many years from now.

I want to give all of these to you.

Please cherish them.

(The End)