"Why?"
"For no reason other than, don't you think it's romantic?"
"Um?"
...
"Do you remember now?" Meng Yang asked, his eyes crinkling with a smile.
“I remember,” Liu Zhi replied.
It had been snowing for a while, and a shallow layer had accumulated on the ground.
Pipes were laid along this road a few days ago, and the gravel hadn't been completely cleared away yet. Liu Zhi subtly pulled Meng Yang to the side, changing their walking positions.
"There was a reason I didn't let you hold the umbrella back then." Meng Yang raised an eyebrow. "Want to guess?"
"You speak," Liu Zhi said, unmoved.
"Boring." Meng Yang tightened his grip on Liu Zhi's arm and stuffed his clasped hands into Liu Zhi's down jacket pocket.
Have you ever heard of an ancient poem?
"What?"
"'I am here in this world, my head covered in snow.'"
“‘You lie buried beneath the spring, your bones turned to dust, while I remain in this world, my head covered in snow.’” Liu Zhi said, “This is Bai Juyi’s lament for Yuan Zhen.”
Meng Yang looked down at her with anticipation.
"Do you understand? Do you understand?"
"I don't understand, just explain it to me."
Meng Yang never hid his emotions from Liu Zhi. As soon as Liu Zhi spoke, the stars in Meng Yang's eyes vanished.
"Just kidding." Liu Zhi suppressed a laugh.
"Let's grow old together." Liu Zhi nuzzled Meng Yang with her head.
“That’s more like it,” Meng Yang said proudly. “My thoughts back then were so humble.”
My thoughts were so humble back then.
—We've shared the snow together, so we can say we've grown old together once.
"Our expectations may be too high."
Meng Yang was still lost in her memories when Liu Zhi poured cold water on her.
"Shut up." Meng Yang raised his head, not wanting Liu Zhi to say anything discouraging.
“We might not have enough hair,” Liu Zhi said seriously. “When we really get to that age, I’m afraid we’ll just have to say, ‘I’m living in this world and we’re all bald.’”
Meng Yang smiled and patted Liu Zhi twice.
"I'm going back today to change my shampoo; I'll switch to anti-hair loss and hair growth shampoo!"
"I'll do whatever Mengmeng says," Liu Zhi said with a smile.
"Why don't you call me 'wife' anymore?" Meng Yang raised an eyebrow.
“In public places,” Liu Zhidao said.
"Oh, I understand. Next time we're out, I'll definitely call you Xiao Liu or Xiao Zhi." Meng Yang looked at Liu Zhi with a somewhat smug expression.
"No, Dr. Meng." Liu Zhi joked, but her expression remained serious. "I was just joking."
Meng Yang took the opportunity to pull his hand out of her pocket.
"I won't do it again, honey," Liu Zhi immediately changed her tune.
“Stop being silly. You two are almost thirty, and you're still acting like little kids,” Meng Yang said seriously.
That's what they said, but what they really thought was something else entirely.
In the two years that Liu Zhi spent with Meng Yang, her personality did indeed change a lot.
Although she usually appears aloof and indifferent in front of her patients and colleagues, she becomes this cheerful and carefree person when she sees Meng Yang after work.
Dr. Liu is much more cheerful than when she first arrived—this is the general opinion among her colleagues.
Two people whose personalities complement each other and who can heal each other when they are hurt will have an inexplicable attraction to each other.
As Mr. Qian Zhongshu said, "There is no such thing as chance in the world; it is merely inevitability in disguise."
Liu Zhi and Meng Yang agreed.
Because every encounter between them was an inevitable result of long-standing attraction.
(The End)