Maybe it's because I'm about to see you, and I'm a little excited, but for some reason, I'm more nervous. It was early summer when you left, and I haven't heard from you all the fall, and it's been eight months since I last saw you. Even if I've received text messages like a breakup, I don't think the relationship is over. During that time, I didn't contact you less, although I didn't get a reply, and I didn't miss you less because of it, but it intensified. "Lovers always get together, but the more we love, the deeper we love." According to the days I remember in my mind, today is the 647th day of the beginning of my confession to you, and there is no special meaning, except that I seem to be deliberately remembering and reminding myself that such a number has been growing, just like my feelings.

I originally thought that if I missed the class for more than a month, there would be a great possibility of failing the course, but I feel pretty good after the exam these days, except for a "Power System Analysis" exam that is absent and has to be retaken after the winter vacation, I should be able to pass the test smoothly.

The exam ended at four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was still early, and the boys in the class felt as if they had nothing to do, so someone suggested going to the Internet café to sit together for a dozen or so. At that time, many students did not buy computers, and they all went to Internet cafes in groups to open black, full of passion, and I feel quite good, and I miss it now when I think about it. After all the cameras were found and sat down, they first played two CFs together, then two DOTA, and finally two LOL. Maybe it's because the exams these days are more depressing, or there hasn't been such a scene for a long time, everyone is very excited, wearing headphones, the crazy ridicule of the killed rookie in the voice, and the sound of communicating with each other during the team battle is afraid that the entire Internet café can hear it clearly, and it is very happy.

At seven o'clock, the battle ended, it was already dark, a group of people still wanted to return to the school, poured into the cafeteria, each went to the favorite food window, bought a meal and sat together, while eating and talking about the laughter of the three kills and four kills in the game just now, at this time it is inevitable to show off and brag about how good their operation is, and then despise and ridicule each other. One of his classmates said, "Didn't you find out that I sent you on purpose?" Your teammates are all gone, and I only have adult beauty. Laughter ensued.

When I got back to the dormitory, I called you and told you about these things among your classmates, and then asked you how you were doing today, and asked you if you were unhappy and said something that made me happy. You said that you disappointed me, you were well fed this day, and you were in a good mood, and you said that I would call you at this time, everything was expected, and the mood was better. I ridicule you for being a foodie, but you can't get fat, it's a waste of food. You smile proudly and don't bother to contradict me. Since I was discharged from the hospital and returned to school, you, as a missing person, suddenly agreed to contact me again, and it was completely like a different person, but I didn't feel rusty at all, on the contrary, I enjoyed being with me like this. I don't have to worry too much, I don't have to be bitter and can't reverberate, I can know the news of your health, peace and happiness every day, and I am extremely satisfied.

After surviving the summer and autumn without you, waiting for you in the winter, there is no trace of chill.

Good night.

—Diary, January 18, 2013

There is rain and dew in spring, lotus and flowers in summer, maple and leaves in autumn, ice and snow in winter, hope, love and you in all seasons.