The first time Xu Qiu met Jiang Yan was at the class committee meeting on the first day of high school. He stood in the sunset, his white shirt dyed orange, smiled and said to the class, "Hello everyone, I am Jiang Yan." Little did she know at that moment that this person would occupy her heartbeat for the next five years.
She is the second-grade study committee member, and he is the first-grade monitor. He taught her math problems, helped her solve problems, and wrote "Come on" on the last page of her notebook. She wrote down all her thoughts in a diary and then tore it up; she folded what she wanted to say into an envelope and hid it again. She thought that the days ahead were long, and that she would always find a chance to speak out after the college entrance examination or on the day of her graduation party.
Until there was someone else standing next to him at the graduation party.
She walked over with the cup in hand and said "congratulations". The walls of the cups touched each other, making a soft sound, like the end of a story.
Later, she went to the city where he was and studied at the university closest to him. The two schools are only separated by a road, and she can see the opposite school gate when she stands at the school gate. She never walked in.
Later, she fell ill.
It was spring when she left, the window of the ward was open, and the wind smelled of gardenias. The last image she remembered was not of him, but of the sunny afternoon in the first year of high school. He lowered his head and told her a math problem, and the tip of his pen touched the draft paper, making a gentle "tap-tat" sound.
He would never know that there was once a girl who loved him with all her heart.
