Even so, I still thank you for the beautiful memories!

There is no book is white read, there is no problem is white done, there is no road is white walk, everything you experience is meaningful!

——Narrator

PART 01

Typhoon passage, cold wind howled.

WeChat ding-dong straight rang, a friend sent a message: 'Goods sent to your email, if you have time to revise …'

I dismissed the message, logged in to a long-forgotten email, in fact, I was hacked during high school because of the account number, I basically didn't use it anymore, logged in, verified, and several years of emails popped out like a flood.

Suddenly, an email titled 'At the Same Time' attracted my attention. Opened it, inside was a landscape photo and a paragraph: 'It doesn't look like train station!' I glanced at the time, it was five years ago in October.

I flipped through my year's friends circle, found a similar photo in September, the location and position of the photo could be matched, the only difference was that the photographer's angle was slightly deviated, obviously the owner of the photo was after I went there for a month and took another photo. Who is this person? My thoughts returned to five years ago.

PART 02

That was a sunny afternoon, I was buying train tickets for my unit at Beijing West Station.

Looking at the surging crowd at the train station, I pressed the phone's camera button and posted a dynamic: 'It's very similar to train station, I don't know if that legend you've heard of?'

Shortly after, 'Little Fan Girl' gave me a thumbs-up. She was my classmate, because she was obsessed with soldiers, so I marked her as 'Little Fan Girl'.

As her name suggests, she really liked soldiers. From me to the troops, she always kept in touch with me, I occasionally forwarded some military articles, she would carefully like and comment, and often ask about what is 'two five posts', why are you all answering 'to'

Who doesn't want to let others know their efforts, especially such an army-loving girl, I often didn't stop explaining to her. Every time we ended the chat, she would say some polite greetings, roughly about 'Soldier is hardworking', 'Take care of your body'

Such a state lasted for a long time, and we gradually changed from the initial restraint and formality to being able to talk about anything.

PART 03

Because I had already known her before, so I never thought about crossing the line in male-female relationships, just a simple friend.

She asked me, 'What is that legend?'

I told you to search on Baidu, she said I was lazy to search, I like others to tell me.

Then, I earnestly told her the story which is already outdated and popular: a girl refused a boy because she was waiting for the train forever at the airport, after several years, airport and the train station were connected, and the chief engineer was the boy at that time.

Finally, I also told her: 'Love can solve anything, if not, then the two of you love each other.'

She actually felt very touched, and told me about a military program she had just watched, a military wife traveled thousands of miles to find her husband, and only saw him briefly.

They are really great, and the military wives are more admirable because they bear more.

It's said that military wives are more admirable than soldiers, because they bear more.

It turns out I've always liked that olive green since I was a child, I couldn't be a soldier, I also want to be a military wife!

Can, Chinese People's Liberation Army military wives welcome you!

PART 04

Now, I suddenly felt a realization. The persistent questioning and speculation, obviously not the words of a normal friend, also seemed to contain some emotions that I hadn't realized before.

I flipped through the previous chat records, suddenly realized that she was the only one who insisted on celebrating my birthday with me, although she said it was an automatic system sent, but the congratulatory words were obviously deliberately worded rhetorical.

I found that she always carefully liked and commented on my posts. Although she said she was like this to everyone, my browsing records of my blog were far ahead of others.

I remembered that on my birthday, she sent me a notebook, with the cover written: 'Love to you has always been quiet.'

I remembered that during the training camp, I persevered with her encouragement.

I remembered that on the day I met her in the troops, I drove her home from the road, she hugged me tightly, looked at the warm and gentle sunshine, I thought she would say something, but she remained silent like the prompt in the message box: 'The other party is typing …', only I quietly drove away.

PART 05

A sense of realization suddenly surged in my heart. The persistent questioning and speculation, obviously not the words of a normal friend, also seemed to contain some emotions that I hadn't realized before.

I flipped through the previous chat records, suddenly realized that she was the only one who insisted on celebrating my birthday with me, although she said it was an automatic system sent, but the congratulatory words were obviously deliberately worded rhetorical.

I found that she always carefully liked and commented on my posts. Although she said she was like this to everyone, my browsing records of my blog were far ahead of others.

I remembered that on my birthday, she sent me a notebook, with the cover written: 'Love to you has always been quiet.'

I remembered that during the training camp, I persevered with her encouragement.

I remembered that on the day I met her in the troops, I drove her home from the road, she hugged me tightly, looked at the warm and gentle sunshine, I thought she would say something, but she remained silent like the prompt in the message box: 'The other party is typing …', only I quietly drove away.

PART 06

'Love to you has always been quiet, quiet to the point where you don't feel it.'

Just how many such friendships, because they are not felt, repeatedly missed, lingering in the corners of people's forgetting and covered with a thick layer of dust.

However, people always move forward, as long as we continue to move forward, we will discover more buried stories, just like it's difficult to understand poems when you were young, until you grow up and carefully read them, then you marvel at the beauty of the meaning, and sigh.

But youth is always gone once and never returned, so I always thank you for giving me such beautiful memories in my youth!